So, I’ve determined that I am truly my father’s daughter. My father: the biker, the tennis enthusiast, the animal lover… has passed on his habit of taking pity on abandoned animals to at least one of his children.
I was walking to the bank today in the cold, unseasonal weather, enjoying the miserable overcast cloudiness and wet sidewalks. I wondered at tomorrow really being the first official day of summer. I’d hate to wear a turtleneck on such a day… But as it was, I was still cold under my multiple layers.
The streets in this city are interesting for pedestrians. While most crosswalks allow two lanes of walkers to pass at time, this particular one was designed to only allow one crossing lane at a time. Safe… but damnably slow. I’m a pretty awkward person most of the time, and this particular time I was even more self-conscious due to the wolf whistles and waves I received from a passing vehicle (and I did check to make sure there was nobody behind me). So I stared at my shoes. In doing so I caught sight of something fuzzy in the corner of my vision. There, at the foot of the lamppost, sat a life-sized gray and white plush kitten… on the cold, wet ground.
Having grown up from a very silly child with a wild imagination, I once believed that my stuffed animals had souls. A ridiculous notion. Of course I knew better than that. My heart broke at the sight of the toy.
I figured a child set it there and forgot about it, and would likely be back to look for it. So when the light changed, and I could cross the street, I did so.
On my way home from the bank, however, I came across that same lamppost. On my way home I came across the same plush kitten… So without hesitation, or worrying about the looks I was getting from people passing me by, I picked up the toy, tucked it safely inside my jacket, and brought it home with me to live on my dresser.
I’ll have to think of a clever name for the kitty. It’s been determined that it’s a boy. … we’ll have to see.
One more piece of evidence that confirms that I’m going to be a crazy cat lady if I grow up.
