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.