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Six years ago my granddaughter found two kittens outside her job.

It was winter and extremely cold. The mother cat was nowhere to be found, so my granddaughter brought the kittens home with her. The family immediately fell in love with them. I mean who wouldn’t? Kittens are adorable.

The grandchildren named the kittens “Ginger” and “Pepper” and showered them with love. They took the kittens to get shots and put a chip in them just in case something happened to one of them. Unfortunately, something did.

The kittens were about a year old when Pepper disappeared. Someone left the front door open and she took off running. The family canvassed the neighborhood seeking Pepper, but she was not found. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and finally months turned into years; five years to be exact. Although the family was heartbroken, life moved on and they got another cat.

Two weeks ago, the ASCPA called the family and said they found Pepper. The ASPCA tracked her family by the chip in her ear. The grandchildren went to the ASPCA to bring Pepper home. Pepper was calm the first few days and then she began fighting with the other cats.

There are three other cats that live there and they were trying to figure out how Pepper fit in. Eventually the fighting became too much and one of the granddaughters took Pepper home to stay with her.

The funny thing about that is it seemed like the cats started missing Pepper once she left, because they always looked for her. Maybe they were just peeking around the corner to make sure she didn’t jump on them.

Be blessed in Jesus’ name.

Mary Simmons is a columnist for The Kenbridge-Victoria Dispatch. She can be reached at aboxoflove37@gmail.com.