Two years ago, I stepped outside of my apartment for a brief second for whatever reason, and I see a gray and white kitty the size of a beanie baby bouncing in the grass. I’m now uncontrollably giddy, so I call out for it. It runs towards me and leaps into my hands. I take it inside and begin playing with her. She was lively and affectionate and soo lovable. I went to Rite Aid and bought cat food. She slept on my neck and woke me up with licks to the face.
Then my mom came over one day and discovered that I had captured a stray animal. She demanded that I get rid of her or she was going to do it for me. After many calls and many bulletins all over the internet, I learned that not many people like cats. Terribly more afraid of my mom than karma, I drove by a suburban neighborhood and I had my friend slip her out of the car. I figured she would a better chance surviving on the streets than in the pound.
Having moved now, I somehow keep seeing this gray and white cat running around my yard. I tell myself that it couldn’t possibly be her because that would be crazy. But then tonight when I pulled into my driving way, I’m forced to stop midway because the same cat is in my path. Instead of startling off like any other rodent, this bitch stares at me and then slowly strides on my course so that I have to wait to get though. I get out of my car and the cat is chillen there glaring at me. So what do i do?... I stomp towards it like I’m gonna kick it! Haha
Never really liked cats that much either.. Beanie Baby size kittens are cool though.
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