The women of Kappa Kappa Gamma have a wonderful, annual, charity event in Dallas called Kappa Tablescapes. Various designers, boutiques, and businesses submit tables, amazingly decorated, and ranging from the most elegant to the most whimsical. Several non-profit organizations are chosen each year as beneficiaries of the event and, this year, Mercy Street was one of those.
There are two main events associated with Tablescapes; a cocktail party which Trey and I attended last night, and a luncheon this morning attended by me and my very special date, Sadie. She's pretty fun at luncheons. She was asleep on my lap two minutes into the speaker's presentation and, at lunch, thanks to Hannah, we were probably the only table that put the whole "everything on your plate is edible" theory to the test and ate the flower garnish. Sadie's eyes were as big as saucers when she saw Hannah down that sucker. It's behavior like this that most likely got me cut from Kappa during rush way back in 1990. That or my grades. It was one of the two. Maybe both.
After lunch I received a phone call from my friend, Carrie. You remember her, right? The Enchiladas? Yeah, that one. She had herself a little problem and I was the one she thought could provide her a solution.
It seems that, for a day or so, she had been hearing some noises from her chimney.
Noises?!? What kind of noises?
She wanted me to come over and get the cat out of her chimney.
One day, when I have lots of time to sit on a beach and practice deep introspection, I'm going to examine what it is that made her think I was the go-to-girl when you have a cat stuck in the chimney. I don't have that time now and prayerfully, never will.
What I did do was pick my children up from carpool and prep them on the rescue mission at hand. Olivia informed me that on Fox News she once saw a story about a fireman who performed CPR on a cat and saved it's life.
"Do you think you could do it if we needed you, Liv?"
"I got your back, Mom."
Did I mention that I was still wearing these shoes?
Not exactly ideal for search and rescue.
Indeed, there was a cat stuck in Carrie's chimney. I realized this when I was halfway inside the thing. In my Kappa Tablescapes luncheon dress.
Olivia only got half as dirty as I did having a turn trying to save the cat.
Tadaaaa. And no mouth to mouth recessetation necessary.
Here's the rescue team in all our sooty glory.
The name on the cat's collar is Cleo, and we think she's in heat.