Kitten to Cat, Child to Adult: A Cat’s Journey Comes to an End
“I have something to show you. Come over!” I could hear my boyfriend’s smile through the phone but couldn’t guess what this “surprise” might be.
Drawing my coat a little closer, I jogged up the steps to his second-floor apartment, the brisk autumn air swirling through my hair as the last brown leaves clung to their trees for dear life.
Opening his door, I looked around the sparse room. Nothing seemed different; nothing was out of place. He sat on the couch, watching TV, and looked at me expectantly as I walked in.
“Well?”
Suddenly a streak of grey and brown fur careened out from behind the couch, dodging under the armchair where it disappeared. Stooping down, I saw a pair of green eyes staring back at me. A clawed arm batted at my shoelace.
“What in the world?”
“I found him on the apartment steps two days ago and gave him a hot dog. He was still there today, and it’s too cold outside for him, so I guess I have a kitten now!”
I pressed my hand to my forehead, somewhat dismayed. My boyfriend never had enough money, was barely responsible enough to make it to work on time and, while I cared about him, a kitten seemed like a lot of extra responsibility for him to bear.
