Lindsay Anderson

Judy Lindsay Anderson

"Mom, your break-fast casser-ole, muffins and fruit salad are amazing as always." I smiled, taking the last bite of my break-fast. "Thank you so much.""My pleas-ure, sweet-ie!" Mom smiled, giving me a big hug. "After all, it is not every day that one cele-brates their 18th birth-day!"As we broke apart, I asked, "Whe-re's Dad?""He had some-thing to pick up and should be back shortly."Before I could say any more, Mom smiled and asked, "Would you like to open one of your presents early?""Sure, but I thought you, Dad, and I were opening togeth-er.""We are, but he gave me per-mission for you to open this one early."As Mom left to get the present, I could not help but wonder what the present was, and why Dad is letting me open it early. Before I knew what was happen-ing, I heard a faint mew. As Mom maid her way to where I was sitting, I gasped and clasped my hands over my mouth. In Mom's hands was the most tiny and precious black teacup kitten that I have ever seen."Sweet-heart," Mom began. "I would like you to meet Sapp-hire."