Saturday, my brother came over to put new front brakes on my van. When he was finished he loaded all my kids in the van and took off. I was sitting on the couch making cards when I saw him pull out of my driveway like a maniac….with Princess on top of the van! Heart Attack! Matthew, my youngest, tried to tell Andrew, my oldest, and my brother that she was on top of the van but they didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t listen and took off anyway.
So while they are riding around the block pictures of my Princess falling off the back of the van are racing through my head.
When Kevin came around the corner to come back to my house there was no cat on top of the van. They opened the sliding door and out popped Princess. She ran straight for the yard for a good roll in the dirt…like she was kissing the ground, happy to be on land again.
My brother and the kids had heard a screeching sound and thought it was the brakes still, but stopped the van when they figured out it was my cat. They thought it was funny…I didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t, my poor Princess! Thank God she wasnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t hurt!
So while they are riding around the block pictures of my Princess falling off the back of the van are racing through my head.
When Kevin came around the corner to come back to my house there was no cat on top of the van. They opened the sliding door and out popped Princess. She ran straight for the yard for a good roll in the dirt…like she was kissing the ground, happy to be on land again.
My brother and the kids had heard a screeching sound and thought it was the brakes still, but stopped the van when they figured out it was my cat. They thought it was funny…I didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t, my poor Princess! Thank God she wasnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t hurt!