It was a sunny Saturday morning. Mrs. Tucker and Little Charlie had decided to take Big Red for a walk by the golf course. Although it was springtime, there still seemed to be a subtle nip in the air that made Charlie’s hands feel like he had played with ice cubes.
It was only last week that Mrs. Tucker and Charlie had put away all of their winter gloves and coats when it seemed for sure that the nice, warmer weather was around to stay.
As they walked, Charlie noticed that the road had a deep ditch running along the side of it, with long grasses that seemed to have been pushed down by the dew that sparkled in the sunshine.
It was then that Charlie thought he heard a noise not too far into the ditch. He stopped abruptly to listen.
“Mom, did you hear that sound–it was almost like a faint meow. Could there be a cat somewhere nearby?” Charlie asked.
“Why, I didn’t hear it, but let’s listen,” Mrs. Tucker replied.
Then both Charlie and his mom became very quiet, and stood on the road looking into the ditch to their right.
Big Red, their coonhound, had now placed his nose down and proceeded to meander off the road and into the ditch.
“What is it, fellow? What do you smell?” little Charlie asked, as Big Red looked back up at him and gave a quick howl.
“You know, maybe I see something. No, it can’t be,” Mrs. Tucker exclaimed.
She continued, “It’s too early in the year for kittens, or, well, actually it is spring now!”
And then came a small hiss and a rather larger meow, as Big Red touched the little tabby kitten with his nose.
“Why, mom, it is a kitten! Oh, can we keep it, can we, please? Oh, mom…” Charlie said, as he bent over to pick up the little kitten, while his mom pulled Big Red back.
“Mom, this little kitten, she’s all by herself, and she hasn’t eaten anything. Look at her ribs! She’s starving. We have to look after her and feed her immediately,” he replied, picking the fragile little kitty up into his hands and lifting her towards his mom.
“I don’t see why we can’t, but your dad may feel differently,” Mrs. Tucker replied.
Before his mum could say anymore, Charlie carefully tucked the kitty into his big pocket to keep her warm and out of the cold air. He gently stroked the kitten from time to time as he walked briskly with his mom back to their house.
“What should we feed her, mom?” he asked.
“We could give her some warm milk,” Mrs. Tucker replied.
However, when the Tuckers tried to give the little kitten some warm milk, she refused to drink it.
“What else could we give her that is a dairy product? She must eat something, mom,” said little Charlie with concern.
“Well, hmmm, I don’t know. I may need to take a run to the local corner store and pick up some kitten food,” she said, looking at the fragile little kitten.
While she said this, Charlie was looking in their fridge. “What about some Mozzarella cheese, mom?” he questioned.
“Well, it won’t hurt, so we might as well try and see if she’ll eat a bit of it,” his mom responded.
And so, Charlie held a piece of cheese up to the kitten, and in a couple hasty chews, the kitten had consumed the cheese slice.
“Wow, she loves it, mom. Look at how quickly she ate the cheese,” he said in astonishment.
What are we going to call our new kitten, Charlie?” Mrs. Tucker asked.
“Why, well, why don’t we call her Lucky,” he responded.
And so it was, the Tuckers unexpectedly had a new addition to their family, and over the years to come, they all were the lucky ones.
© 2011 Crystal Buchan
