Little E came for a visit over the birthday party weekend and if you remember from my last post about Little E, she’s a little bit chatty.  The last time she was here she actually went hoarse from talking so much.  She is full of energy and you never know what she’s going to say or do next.  That’s what makes her so wildly entertaining!  I must tell you, however, that she’s not the first “Little E” in our family. 

Meet the Original Little E:

Awww… how cute.  The original Little E was a present from my godmother in 1983.  More like my mom wanted a cat, knew my father would say “hell no”, & got her best friend to give the cat as a gift.  Who’s going to take a kitten away from a preschooler?  Little E was welcomed into our family and for 19 years she ate birds, killed bunnies, destroyed hamsters, ruined carpets, and terrorized the dog.  She and my father were enemies — she knew when he was coming home, so she would sneak upstairs, and quickly leave a #2 on the wall.  Yes, on the wall.  She was the ultimate BAD KITTY. 

When I was in college, she would wander away for days and my mom thought that perhaps she had died.  But every Friday afternoon when I finished student teaching and pulled into my parents’ driveway, she’d come trotting back to say hello.  My father was always disappointed.  Two weeks after I graduated in 2002, Little E didn’t come home.  The neighbors found her in their flower bed, so they put her in a VCR box and returned her to us.  I covered her with a tiger lily, taped the box shut, and we buried her in the backyard.  She was so bad, but I still liked her.  We had a little service and my sister offered to play “TAPS”. 

Imagine our surprise a few years later when my sister couldn’t think of a name for her new baby girl and decided to name her “Little E”.  What?!  Are you kidding?  That’s the cat we had FOR-EV-ER.  The cat that destroyed 1000 square feet of carpet, ate smaller family pets, & left bunny heads on the front porch.

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Last Friday night when the fam was here for a visit, we all went out for pizza.  On the way home with my mom, Babycakes, & Little E (of the human variety) in the car, I asked Little E if she knew her address. 

“Yes,” she said, “I live in Loolisburg.” 

“But where in Loolisburg?”  I asked. 

With a little help from Nana, she said, “Nine firty one *** Drive.  Aunt Sara, did you ever live at Nine firty one *** Drive?”

“Yes,” I responded, “but when I lived there, the only Little E that lived there was a cat.  And that cat made your Papa miserable.” 

I could see her wheels turning in my rearview mirror. 

“Yes.  But then I growed legs.  And I growed arms… and I growed a hoo-hoo.  And I growed a girl face.” 

I laughed until tears rolled down my cheeks and I thought I was going to crash.  “No, dear.  You didn’t used to be a cat.  There was just a cat that had your name.  That’s all.” 

September 30th, 2009 The FW Posted in Uncategorized | 4 Comments »

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