How I spend my day or the hit yourself on the forehead award

I'm going to let you in now a small adventure I had this past week. I call it my hit yourself in the forehead award day. So let me begin...my dear daughter call me on Monday to say that she needed to bring her cats to the clinic to get them de-maled and by the way would I drive her there. I said yes, and then she said good we have to be there by 8:00 a.m. the next day. Wellll, let me tell you this put a whole new spin on it. Let the adventure start. I have to get up at 5:30 a.m. (yes, that's' right) to get myself and DS up and ready to go by 6:oo. We drove out to boonieville and got there about 7:00. Out comes my DD with one cat under one arm and my youngest grand baby in the other. I said to her where was the cat carrier? Her answer was that both cats wouldn't fit, so she decide not to put either cat in the carrier. The little voice in my head was saying "this is a bad idea" and my DS was just plain out saying that it was a bad idea and that both cats would fit. So here we are (myself and DS) trying to put two car seats and two children plus bags in the car and DD was busy putting cats in. Well, I'm sure you can picture this. One door open for car seats and the other open to put cats in. Cats go in one door and out the other. I finally had to say after she tried to put the cats in several times that she needed to wait until we finished putting the girls in the car. Okay, with that done, in went the cats. The first thing they did when they couldn't get out again was to jump up to the front and try to get out the front window. Thump!! The big black and white one decide that my DS's chest was the perfect holding spot. As we are driving out of the driveway my sweet daughter says "Oh, by the way I need to go by my vet and pick up the papers showing that the cats had their shots"....now as most already know she lives about 45 minutes away from where I live and about 20 minutes away from the little town where her vet is. My DS with a look of terror on his face said does that mean I have to ride with this cat attached to my chest for almost an hour and a half. Yes!! By now the voice in my head is yelling this is not a good idea, but I drove to the vet anyway. I said to DD was she sure that there would be someone at the vets office when we got there. A course there is someone always there with the animals that board there, was the answer and so we went. Well you knew it, the lights were on but no one was there. Okay now here we were with no papers, so I asked do we still go. Yes, lets go and we will get the papers later. Back on the road again, and DS is still holding in there or should I say the cat was still holding on. We finally get into our town and to the animal shelter where they are doing the pick-up. There are animals everywhere. By now the voice in my head is screaming at me don't do this, but do I listen...NOOOOOOOOOO!!!. So out of the car goes DS with one cat and DD with the other one. I stay in the car with my grand daughters and we wait....not for long...because as soon as my DD opens the door to the shelter and the two very large birds that are in the shelter get a look at the two cats coming in...let out a loud blood curling screech...the cat that my DS was holding took off, he ran up his chest, danced on his head and than ran down his back and out in to the field that was next to the shelter. OH, Boy!! My DS is about 5'9" and the grass that was in the field that the cat ran into was over his waist. So into the field he went. We live in SW Va. that has about 24 types of poison snakes that make this area their home. So I'm thinking, great now that's all we need. So here is DS in the field calling for the cat and DD decide to go help. As I said DS is 5'9", but DD is 4'11' so the grass that was over his waist in now up to her shoulder. At seeing this my oldest grand daughter freaks and starts to cry that the lions are going to get Momma and Uncle Robert. No more Discovery Channel for her!! Her crying starts the youngest to cry. I now have to take them out of the car to show them that the lions are not in Va, and that they couldn't eat anyone here. DD is calling here kitty, kitty and DS is calling get out here you stupid cat, and we now have a crowd of onlookers. One said "did you lose your cat"....it took all I had not to say "no they are trying to get snake bite" here's your sign!! One of the onlookers who was "trying" to help spotted the cat under one of the metal sheds in the field. So along with one of the workers from the shelter and my DD, people started to lay down in the half mowed area around the shed to look under it. Several people were putting their hands under it, and when my DD went to do the same, I said don't do that because there may be snakes under there. Well I never saw that many hands move that fast from under that shed. Well by this time the voice in my head just said "I give up". I told DD that I was going to take the girls and DS to my house and have him feed them breakfast and I would come back and get her.I give my cell phone to DD and off we go to my house. I live only about 6 minutes away from the shelter if I don't get any red lights, and as soon as I drive up to the house the phone was ringing. The cat came out from under the shed as soon as I drove away. I could have killed that cat...one whole hour in the sun and then he comes out after I leave...aaarrrgh...the end of the story is...always..always listen to the voice in your head or just hit your self on the forehead because you need it... until we meet again ~~smiles~~