November 2, 2011

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...

Oh. I was at a medical office today, and when I came out the most darling kitty was mewing at me. He (yes, I checked) was probably 5 months old, a gorgeous black and white sweetie. This is my favourite kitten age: all spindly as they grow into their size, and this baby was a short haired beauty.

It's a busy parking lot, and he was walking around among the cars, and underneath them. I skooched down, and he came right over for a love. I knew he was a pet; he was too pretty and too trusting. He also smelled like smoke, which kind of made me gag, but led me to believe he'd probably escaped from a nearby apartment - and if that's what it smelled like, I didn't blame him.

Anyway. I was looking around to see if anyone was looking around, but they weren't. I didn't want to leave him there - too many cars. I picked him up and he was happy to ride around in my arms as I attempted to play Are You My Mother (you'll probably have to be a parent to get that reference), but when I set him down he immediately splashed into a puddle, and started drinking. I scolded him and picked him up again, and he promptly put little wet paw prints all over my shirt. I did not mind this.

I couldn't take him with me. I knew Ari got out of school soon, and I thought I could come back with Ari and we could take him to a shelter. He was obviously someone's, and Maggie and JoJo have not been asking for a little brother. Not at all.

As I stood there like an idiot, a woman pulled in and parked. "Awwwwww...." she said, as any thinking person would. I told her I was scared to leave in case he got run over - it's a busy parking lot. I told her to watch him while I backed out, and I would come back with my kid. She did.

I have a pink Victoria's Secret tote bag they gave me free-with-purchase in the car. I purchased something I can carry in my hand and they gave me a bag I could conceal a body in. I never thought I'd have a use for it, but I figured it would be the perfect thing to carry him in when Ari and I returned.

I got home and called my sister Roz to tell her. Roz had two cats that each lasted 22 years. Now she has no cats. I described my kitty. There was a pause. "Am I supposed to say 'I'll take him?'" she asked, "because I'm not."

When Ari came in, I barely got the words out and he grabbed the keys and we headed back. Mostly Ari just wanted to drive. Back at the medical office, there was no sign of my kitty. I'd told Ari if we found him, I'd stuff him in the bag and take him to Animal Aid. Ari glanced at the pink tote bag, and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm keeping him," said Ari.
"No, you're not," I retorted. "Maggie and JoJo will kill him."
"I could use a basement cat. To stay with me in my cave," he replied.
Ari has taken to living in the basement with his computer. My Mother of the Year Award is in the mail. Now he's thinking of accessorizing with a cat.

We did find another cat wandering around, but it was an adult cat, obviously from one of the houses nearby. Ari offered to kidnap this cat.
"That's a grown up cat," I said. "I'm not worried about her, it's the kitten who was in danger."

I'm glad whoever owned the kitty came and got him.

Really. I am.



Anonymous buzzwhack said...

"My Mother of the Year Award is in the mail. Now he's thinking of accessorizing with a cat"
This actually is how guys think. My dog was the perfect item to finish decorating my home.I like pets way better than guns, neon beer sign crapola and whatever sports team happens to be flavor o the moment. Ari's a good guy. I can tell. His hearts in the right place.

November 02, 2011 7:24 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...


I want a kitty.


("gessl" just have to do without for a while longer)

November 02, 2011 7:30 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

I know for a fact that you are neither that trusting or naive...

"I'm glad whoever owned the kitty came and got him."

I really hope this is true. Really. I am, however quite skeptical.

If the wee lad stank of second hand smoke, considering how small and low to the ground he is, was he originally from a home where the residents were test smokers for duMaurier?

If so, those "owners" do not deserve to possess a 'pet' and expose him to excessive amounts of second hand smoke.

And yes,I am quite aware there is nothing worse than a former smoker; it's been almost 20 years.

November 02, 2011 8:36 PM  
Anonymous buzzwhack said...

More likely it escaped from a building fire. Was there a house or apt on fire near that locale, Lorraine? Cats can jump several stories. codeword ashries...I swear WGJ is in there somewhere. I can hear you snickering, come out.

November 02, 2011 9:02 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Who among us is surpised no-one inquired as to the original purchase made at Victoria's Secret?

November 03, 2011 12:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Ozzie, maybe it was for "Personal Packaging".

WGJ gave me emprac. I'll bet Zena or Roz can do something with that one.

November 03, 2011 9:43 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Just a general comment: why do some believe that WGJ is responsible for the word verification...?

No matter... I guess.

Having said that, this morning's word is 'goblyp' - knock yourselves out!

November 03, 2011 9:46 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Oh, and y'all need to know that Webgod thinks you're crazy believing he has anything to do with the words you see.

That's blogger.

He would never stoop to designing splurggy words.

November 03, 2011 9:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

But, he doesn't mind that we think he is all powerfull.

In the intedemn, what did you purchase that came in the huge bag?

Inquiring minds want to know (which translates to what sad sad lives we actually lead).

November 03, 2011 9:56 AM  
Anonymous Zena said...

"Emprac." I'm sure that's already been trademarked and patented somewheres. That sounds like some sort of multipurpose, "natural-source" barbiturate, that does. Prevents/treats cancer, increases libido (exponentially, of course) and relieves anxiety while deactivating excessive hair follicles in the nasal aperture all at the same time...

The only side effect is an increased incidence of incurable "goblyps" in the intestinal tract...

My latest is "cozygot." That's an easy one: the other half of the embryonic duo causing double goblyps with their continuous game of in utero footsies...

Okay. My job here is done. Whew - where did I leave that Emprac...?

November 03, 2011 5:29 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Your prescription ran out again, didn't it, Zena...

November 03, 2011 5:32 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

Is it so obvious--?

Heh, heh...

November 03, 2011 5:37 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Takes one to know one, I believe...

We have a cat named Xena.

November 03, 2011 6:16 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

"Fessing" up, are we? Gawd, these things are just too irresistible!

(Please tell me you didn't dress her up for Hallowe'en in a little leather corset with a metal breast plate. Please...)

November 03, 2011 7:33 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Not a chance! She is entirely and appropriately named. Of six animals in the house, she is the sole female.

She's funny; we swear she may be autistic. She hates/loves to be petted.

November 03, 2011 9:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh Zena.... I got a drometab this morning from WGJ.

Let me know if you can't find your empac.

November 04, 2011 8:25 AM  
Blogger DJW said...

You are all certifiable.


..from an English Major?

my word 'zooni'

I'll get back to work as zooni post this.

November 08, 2011 11:57 AM  

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