Last night Megan and I had dinner with 3 of my mom's friends from our old-neighborhood. The four of them had gotten together regularly over the years for a girls night out and after mom died they'd been wanting to take us out. We had a really great time with them. During the dinner one of the ladies shared a story she remembered about our mom - which I will share with you now.
Our mom was always a fashionable woman. She dressed herself well; she dressed us well. I've seen the kinds of clothing gifts other mom's give their children - Megan and I counted our blessings - clothing gifts from mom were always good. Mom was also often up for a good fight if she believed she was right and you were wrong. At the crossroads of fashion and justice-seeking you will find the story of the "She-Cat".
One day, many years ago, my mom brought a favorite and fashionable dress to our local dry cleaner, Henri. She dropped the dress off on Friday and returned the following Monday to pick it up. When she arrived home and took a good look at the dress she noticed immediately that it had shrunk considerably. She marched right back out the door and back to Henri's for an explanation. Henri denied any responsibility for the shrinkage and told her that she clearly had put on weight since she dropped the dress off. Ignoring any possible insult she might have felt and not about to just let the loss of a good dress go to waste, she challenged Henri by pointing out that it was impossible that she could have gained that much weight over the weekend.
Henri, flustered and agitated by this point and aghast that she would dare question him, exclaimed, "You are behaving like a She-Cat!"
Mom went on to sue good ol' Henri in small claims court and won. She later decided to go to law school and continue the good fight against the Henri's of the world. Just like any good She-Cat would.
Names, details and truthiness of this story cannot be confirmed. Mom, the original She-Cat, is the only one who knows for sure. :)
