The Tale of the Tied Cat

Since we will never have a pet around here, the girls like to play with their many stuffed animals. Lately, Shelby has been caring for 2 cats. One is a big white cat which I bought a real pink sparkly collar for $1 at Wal-Mart. The other is a little pink kitty that she tied a bright pink hair ribbon around its neck for a leash. And then at bed time, just to be sure the kitty won't get away, she tied the other end to the rocking chair in her room. Somehow she tied that kitty to the chair so tight, that knot was not coming undone without a lot of work. And like most other things procrastinators come up with, she always asked for help at bedtime. I would tell her it had to wait until morning. Well, after several days of this it became Sunday morning. Nate's dad and step mom where here visiting. I was fixing Shelby's hair for church and papa was sitting at the table eating breakfast. This is what she had to say to him, "Papa, are you really strong? I have something for you to do and you need to bring your muscles. It's called the tale of the tied cat." Papa was able to untie the cat using the point of a sharp knife. Pink kitty is free again!