I Never Titled This Blog

Living in college is a very transitional time. Since college students move fairly often, we sometimes miss out on the things that living in a permanent spot entails, like houseplants, yard-work, or owning a pet. I've lived with at least one cat my whole life, so it's been quite an adjustment living without kitty love everyday. In order to soothe this need, I try to pet and befriend the stray cats that run around my town, but mostly they get scared and run away. Last night, something different happened.

I was on the phone and walking around last night when I saw the cutest kitten playing in the gutter. I held out my hand and talked to it and it came! It was so happy and nice that I picked it up. In all the excitement my friend and I decided that it was a sign from the universe and I had to bring it to her house. So I did. We determined it was a female kitten and probably about 3 or 4 months old. We played with her, cuddled with her, and were simply filled with joy! I took it to my apartment to spend the night. I put some dirt in a box for her to relieve herself in and took her to bed. If you've ever slept in the same bed as a kitten, you know how great it is. If you haven't, I'm sorry.

This morning I made some signs that I had found a kitten and put them up around my street, secretly hoping that no one would respond. I'd fallen in love with this little kitten! I ended up buying a bag of kitty litter because dirt doesn't mask the smell of kitty poop (who would have thought?), a bag of cheap cat food, and some toy mice for her to play with. She loved the mice and the food! She even loved playing in the kitty litter (and spreading it around the room).

I went to work and informed my coworkers that I had gotten a kitten! But it was not to be. I received a phone call from the cat's owners during work. I told them when I would be home and informed my coworkers of the bad news. When they arrived at my front door, I saw a very happy woman and a sad little boy. She thanked me for finding the kitten, for posting the signs, and for the kitty litter, food and toys. She also informed me that it was a male kitten (Me: "Oh, was he neutered?" Her: "No, he's a kitten."). Apparently male kittens don't have the obvious signs... I brought "Biscuit" the male kitten down the stairs and the little boy's face lit up. "Biscuit!" he screamed. I sent the kitten I had loved away in the arms of a boy who loved him just as much.

24 hours, $17.99, and one kitten later one little boy's faith in humanity and my faith in kitty love was restored. Maybe next time I'll steal a houseplant.

Also, June 11th was the first anniversary of this blog!