Heard a kitten inside the walls between my room and the bathroom. What was that short story that had a cat meowing from within the walls? I couldn’t bear to think of letting the cat starve to death there, so Kathy and my dad pried out large sections of the bathroom wall to get to the kitten.
Having rescued the kitten to the great detriment of the wall, we tucked the kitten into a hurriedly scrounged-up shoebox and sped off to the zoo. The kitten was fed, cleaned, and put to bed by one of Kathy’s friends, and we took the kitten back home after being given some instructions on how to take care of her (her!).
There are some complications, of course. My dad is a bird person, my sister is a dog person, and I don’t know how the KittenWhoMustNotBeNamed (my sister fears I’ll get too attached if I name her) will get along with Lucas (a big black Labrador), Kaygee (a somewhat grumpy toy poodle) and Picco (the Lovebird of Death).
Maybe I’ll get to keep her if I ask for her as my graduation present. If I do get to keep her, I’ll probably name her something like “Nano”. ;)
- 07 July 2013 at 10:07pm
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