Tuesday, February 19, 2019

And I thought I was having a nightmare

By Sabrina Hudson

Our mom almost got killed by a kitchen cabinet, and I slept through the whole ordeal, right next to it in the dining room. I was taking my beauty siesta and heard a thunderous crash. Peeking through one eye, I saw a black monster run like the devil and thought I was having a nightmare.

I later learned it had been my kitty brother Tiger. He had witnessed from his chair opposite mine at the dining room table Mom desperately holding on to the kitchen cabinet. It had come crashing down on her when she opened its door, smashing to smithereens pottery and glasses. Tiger had hightailed it at the first sound of the boom and clatter and watched everything from a safe distance.

Mom’s desperate shouts for Dad to come and rescue her tore into my sleep, but as I said, I thought it was a nightmare in which the devil was after Mom when in fact, it was the kitchen cabinet that was after her.

Dad arrived just in time before Mom’s arms gave out. He took over holding the cabinet sitting with its edge on the kitchen counter. After Mom and Dad pushed it all the way on top of the counter, they stared in disbelief at the broken glasses and whatever, scattered all over the floor. Then, they carefully removed the broken pieces still inside the cabinet.

Listening to what had happened, I was thankful that mom came out of that disaster unscathed. She was shook up but only had a scratch on her wrist. Surprisingly, a few of the drinking glasses were still in one piece, even without cracks or chips.

We are all proud of our mom who had put her life at risk to save the kitchen cabinet and the floor.

 The kitchen cabinet sits on the countertop 
after crashing down from the wall.


About Hobo

This was Hobo Hudson, my doggy brother, a little terrier mix with black fur. He became famous after his first attempt at writing stories, which was an article published in the newsletter of our local animal shelter, the same shelter in which I ended up years later before Hobo and his parents adopted me. Hobo’s fame quickly spread as he made a name for himself as a business dog and an adventurer. To keep his memory alive, my doggy sister, my three kitty siblings and I, Wylie Hudson, are continuing his blog. Our mom is the blog’s editor.

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