Thursday, August 26, 2004
Of short skirts and prickly bushes
Matt and I exited out of the back of Holmes, after a failed attempt to find Mike. Just as we walked out, a black cat ran out from behind the Union Underground and into the prickly bush that surrounds the back of Holmes. Right behind her was a tiny tiny black kitten.
I was on my hands and knees peering into the shade of the bush when I finally saw the little mite looking back at me. He was very young, and as curious as he was scared. My heart wrenched as I saw that the skin under his right eye hung a little lower, an indication that he wasn't doing so well in this world.
I have little self-control when it comes to trying to help cats, for I am a huge fan. A few years ago, I discovered there were kittens living near Holmes, which I attempted to feed every day until I realized that a lady that worked in the adjacent building was doing the same thing. I knew that the mother was probably too feral to either capture or find a home for, but I know that everyone wants a kitten, so I figured I'd nab it and find it a good home. Much to Matt's dismay, I was crouching a few feet away from the black ball of fluff, slowly inching towards it. It didn't seem too frightened, but it inched away from me enough to make me stop.
A pretty girl with blonde hair and a short skirt walked up. She was youngish... I'd say either a freshman or a sophomore. She recognized that I was calling to a kitten, and quickly joined me on the grounded, cooing to this poor little kitten. Matt, understandably, got fed up and left after a while. I stayed with the pretty blond girl. After about 10 minutes, the kitten also got fed up and began to slink off through the bush. I wasn't ready to give up without a fight, so I followed it until the prickly holly bush got thinner, then, much to my immediate pain as I was wearing shorts, I climbed in with it.
The girl watched me as I slowly inched towards the two yellow-green eyes. I looked at the kitten once more, then back at the girl.
"Do you think it has claws yet," I asked.
"Not very big ones," she replied.
I nodded, then quickly snatched at the cat, which proceeded to run off into the bush. I sighed, and clambered out. The girl continued to look for it while I fetched our backpacks. She thanked me when I gave her stuff to her, then announced she had given up. I thanked her for her help, and we went our separate ways. "I love cats," she mumbled, as she walked away. I should have told her my name, I thought while watching her leave.
"You stubborn little bugger," I muttered to the holly bush, then moped off.
I was on my hands and knees peering into the shade of the bush when I finally saw the little mite looking back at me. He was very young, and as curious as he was scared. My heart wrenched as I saw that the skin under his right eye hung a little lower, an indication that he wasn't doing so well in this world.
I have little self-control when it comes to trying to help cats, for I am a huge fan. A few years ago, I discovered there were kittens living near Holmes, which I attempted to feed every day until I realized that a lady that worked in the adjacent building was doing the same thing. I knew that the mother was probably too feral to either capture or find a home for, but I know that everyone wants a kitten, so I figured I'd nab it and find it a good home. Much to Matt's dismay, I was crouching a few feet away from the black ball of fluff, slowly inching towards it. It didn't seem too frightened, but it inched away from me enough to make me stop.
A pretty girl with blonde hair and a short skirt walked up. She was youngish... I'd say either a freshman or a sophomore. She recognized that I was calling to a kitten, and quickly joined me on the grounded, cooing to this poor little kitten. Matt, understandably, got fed up and left after a while. I stayed with the pretty blond girl. After about 10 minutes, the kitten also got fed up and began to slink off through the bush. I wasn't ready to give up without a fight, so I followed it until the prickly holly bush got thinner, then, much to my immediate pain as I was wearing shorts, I climbed in with it.
The girl watched me as I slowly inched towards the two yellow-green eyes. I looked at the kitten once more, then back at the girl.
"Do you think it has claws yet," I asked.
"Not very big ones," she replied.
I nodded, then quickly snatched at the cat, which proceeded to run off into the bush. I sighed, and clambered out. The girl continued to look for it while I fetched our backpacks. She thanked me when I gave her stuff to her, then announced she had given up. I thanked her for her help, and we went our separate ways. "I love cats," she mumbled, as she walked away. I should have told her my name, I thought while watching her leave.
"You stubborn little bugger," I muttered to the holly bush, then moped off.
