Sometimes we need to jump in.

A spectacular and very rare event happened this morning.

My sweet, ambitious kitten, Klawdia, decided she wanted to jump in... wait for it.

The swimming pool.

While my mom was vacuuming the pool in the early afternoon, she heard a rather curious sound, like one of a small rock would make in a pond thrown by a child who has not yet mastered the technique of skipping rocks. No sooner than she looks up, my brave little girl has swam more than half the length of our in-ground pool stroking closer and closer to the deep. My mom then whips out those tucked away lifeguard instincts from her high school summer days, without removing her shoes or normal everyday attire, jumps in, as well, to rescue my dear Klawdia. I then hear, "CLARA, come help me!" called from downstairs, which in itself is a rare thing because help is something my mother rarely needs. Frantic and dazed from sleeping in until 11 a.m., I rush downstairs to see my mother and Klawdia sopping wet from head to toe. I'm so utterly confused, but somehow manage to go get a towel for Klawdia. She was just fine, and once she was dried off, she went about playing in my room, that very well could be considered a playground to her with mounds of papers, clothes, and old suitcases. I'm not exactly sure the significance of this event, or why I wanted to write about it, but I do know in the rare instances when life surprises you by overturned stereotypes, i.e. a cat swimming in WATER, you should take a step back and note them, give thought to their existence, or simply acknowledge something weird just happened. So my kitten story isn't exactly a life changer, but it is a motivational story, for me at least, to break the norm and try something new, look forward to something great, and if I'm not exactly cut out for the task, know someone will be there to save or help me, and after I dry off, I will be happy.

There is always somebody. So jump in folks.

Love, Clara Jane