Her name was Peaches, but after a lively debate, 'Dragon,' 'Cringer,' and 'Battle Cat' were outvoted and she was rechristened Ginger. Here's how Anne felt about bringing her home:
On the morning of Day 3, after the big kids had gone to school, Julia and I took the cat into the back yard to get her used to it. Before I knew it, Ginger had run away. I was horrified and spent the whole day praying for her return. When the kids got home and I confessed, they were heartbroken. I told them Heavenly Father had sent ravens to feed Elijah and seagulls to save the Mormon Pioneers' crops, so he could send Ginger back to us. If you had seen Anne, tears falling down her face, drop to her knees on the back porch and pray silently for that cat, your heart would have melted.
You can imagine our delight when a few hours later, just before the kids went to bed, Anne discovered the cat back on the porch! We were so thrilled and thankful.
Then morning came and I figured Ginger had probably come back because the 3 days on our porch had taught her this was her home. She clearly wanted back out, so instead of starting her '5 Days on the Porch' therapy over, I opened the porch door so she could leave when she was done eating.
Long story short: she's gone, the kids are very sad, and I feel like an idiot. I can't leave food out for her anymore because it's attracting racoons.
Jake says she would have run away regardless, but thanks to how casually I treated an answer to our prayers, we'll never know.
I will never take credit for a miracle ever again.
