My so called Life

Moving to Missouri has been a culture shock for my husband, two children and I. We were used to drive-by shootings, drug deals, and having the police helicopters with spotlights searching for criminals as part of our daily life. Nothing prepared us for living in a small rural town in the Mid-west. Having a wild hare means something entirely different here.

It was a normal weekday for the Cunningham family. I was in the living room working on my online math class, my children were playing Xbox in the play room, and my husband was watching TV in our bedroom. Our sleek white cat used the cat-door to patrol her territory. All was quiet when my daughter Melody let out a blood curdling scream. She ran into the bedroom shouting, "Opal has something and its BIG!"

Like a super hero, my nearly-blind husband rushed into the kitchen to save us from the giant creature that my cat had dragged in from the darkest depths of the country wilderness. I closed all the doors to the kitchen to trap the beast. My husband shouted at me, "Where is it? Where is it?" he demanded with increasing agitation because he was unable to see where this horrible creature was.

I noticed that my dishwasher door was open. All one could see of my poor cat was her hind legs and her tail flipping back and forth under the dishwasher door. I picked the cat up. Then, much to my horror, the beast came out from under the dishwasher door. I knew I had to be quick and that I could not let this animal get out of my sight. I shoved the cat into my husband's arms and, like our cat, I pounced onto the creature and captured the fearsome animal. Then with my bare hands, I scooped it up and began to examine it. My tiger-like cat had given it a slight puncture wound, but it wasn't very deep and the creature would be fine. Cupping it in my hands, I walked out my front door and onto the porch to set it free.

The little baby bunny hopped away from the house and never looked back. I gave the cat a can of cat-food as a consolation price for setting her rabbit dinner free. The family went back to their activities. Just before I sat down to finish my homework I looked at my cell phone and saw I had a text message. It read: "Help! Your sister's cat killed something in her room and it's bloody". So starts another adventure for me in this crazy thing I call my life.