July 01, 2004
Another Gem
Last Friday I wrote about the disturbed person throwing kittens out the window in rush hour traffic. I tried to be more descriptive in that post but I just couldn't. I tried to erase the vision of little grey and white kittens flung out a window and getting mashed by SUV tires. My stomach is still turning even now as I write this.
Later on that day my neices came over with the nephew and we all had a good time in the pool. But the kitten thing was still in the back of my head somewhere. You just don't erase something like that from memory so easily.
On Saturday I went to a Baptism for my best friend's daughter. It was a small ceremony and afterwards we went back to his home and cut a cake for the baby. Then my buddy and I pounded some serious beers. Must have gone through a case and a half between the both of us. I was pretty toasty.
The Mrs and I came home and I passed out. It was still daylight out. Now, I don't know what time it was but I got up sometime after dark and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I turned on the light and through the sliding glass door that leads to the pool I see what appeared to be a kitten scrurrying across the pool deck.
I immediately thought I was nuts, or that the brewskies were making me see things. Trust me, there is no way a cat, specially a small kitten, can get into my back yard. One neighbor has 4 dogs, the other has one and I have no rear neighbors as I live on a canal. There's a 6 foot fence all around the yard and I have Babalu, the Cuban Golden Retriever. It is highly unlikely that a kitten would be in my yard. So I forgot about it, or made myself forget about it because the notion is just improbable. Besides, I was toasty.
Yesterday after I got home I threw on a pair of shorts, popped open a beer and got ready to go in pool. I pulled up a chair as it is against the beer drinking rules to leave any beer in the bottle before swimming. I sat down in the shade.
Next thing I know, Babalu is barking his head off, doing his little gun dog pointing thing. I look in that direction and what do I see? Yep. You guessed it. A little grey and white kitten running into the roots of the ficus tree that Andrew felled.
I freaked out again. I thought the beer had messed with my head again. So I go to investigate and sure enough, there he was. A kitten living in my tree all by himself and believe it or not, he looks exactly like the kittens from last week.
And I have no freaken idea where the heck he came from.
Posted by Val Prieto at July 1, 2004 10:59 AM
Comments
That's a little angel that God sent you. Since you couldn't take care of those poor little things last week, he sent you this blessing to care for.
Can we keep him? Huh, huh, can we keep him? He can be Babalu's companion!
Posted by: Amanda at July 1, 2004 11:09 AM
That's just crazy. You have to keep him. Wait, is it even a he or a she? Can you get near it? Does it let you come close?
Posted by: ib at July 1, 2004 11:14 AM
Val. My God. I just got chills.
Posted by: red at July 1, 2004 11:25 AM
Wow; that's just eerie...! What a cutie, though... :)
Posted by: pam at July 1, 2004 12:35 PM
It's meant to be. You should name it Rawling, after the soccer ball it was hiding behind. Or maybe...Redemption (Redeemer?), since the human race ain't all a plague after all, like you felt the other day.
I'm sure you'll come up with something cooler.--s
Posted by: j.scott barnard at July 1, 2004 01:24 PM
The grey suit gives him away. It is "The Phantom". "The ghost that walks."
http://www.kingfeatures.com/features/comics/phantom/about.htm
Posted by: homebru at July 1, 2004 02:09 PM
Is it possible that the kitten jumped up into the chassis of your car on the highway and then rode home with you?
Posted by: Craig at July 2, 2004 03:15 AM