Memoir Monday- For Nicki

I stared at the brown poop sitting on the yellow stain on the white surface of my mom’s feather sheets with no reaction. I didn’t know how to react. How was I supposed to react to my CAT (the one that always goes to the bathroom in her pink sand box) pooping and peeing on my mom’s bed? My mom was going to go crazy… Coming into heat and not having a male cat was driving poor Nicki insane; she sided through the floor all around the house, meowing and purring and then suddenly she started to bite whatever she found, anyways…For the last week Mom had been really cranky with the cat stuff, threaten me, telling me and my sister that she was going to give her up if we didn’t take responsibility. The idea of giving Nicki to another person broke my heart, but I always kept forgetting to take her of her and kept an eye on her, and my sister obviously didn’t either, you know, eight year olds... And now this, I was frozen,, just hoping that my mom didn’t come for a while, but no, I guess it was karma. I heard her shoes tap on the floor as she walked closer and closer, and spontaneously opened the door. Her face was furious, she looked so derogatorily to the poor cat, I quickly took Nicki and went to my room. I didn’t want mom doing anything to Nicki and I didn’t want to clean it either…

I remember coming the next day from school, asking Gladys about Nicki and she telling me that my mom had taken her to the vet to take her ovaries out. I felt expressionless. It couldn’t be! I wanted to her to have babies…. From that moment I realized that my mom was taking it seriously, and she had gone to the first step and I knew that if I didn’t take responsibility I might lose Nicki, and that was the last thing I wanted. It’s funny because a little bit more than a year ago, I thought about cats being disgusting cleaning them selves up with their tongues, and having dangerous diseases that they could transmit but as I saw Nicki grow after my mom gave it to my sister and me as a surprise, I kind of grew an emotional feeling for her, you know, I saw her grow from a little kitty that was the size of my palm to what is she is now. So I told myself that I had to be more responsible with her.