15th October 2014
Dear Cassi,
Wrap your head around the idea that a man
wanted to be a veterinarian until he lost his site as result of gang violence.
One of the fellows who lives across the street from me is in such a way and so
when I found a kitten in my living room I had a strange hankering to have him
hold the animal.
As I came home on the 14th I was
greeted by the crybaby mentality of one of my neighbors regarding the cats that
live on my street and their tendency to defecate on lawns. If a cat leaves you
a present on your lawn then you should be happy that it’s keeping the rats
down.
In any case, I was greeted by a neighbor
complaining over my feeding a handful of strays that frequent the area, and his
seeing one with two or three kittens. As I approached my door I heard the faint
sound of mewing but on checking my home found nothing.
It was later that day when I was roused by
Pickle who said he heard a strange cat in the living room and on my entry I saw
a little gray head looking back at me from the ruins of the couch.
On my approach the animal retreated into
the depth of the cushions finding its way down under the furnishing. I made to
dig the kitten free only to find that it ran, and made its way behind the
piano. From there it ran back to the couch and from couch back to piano.
Finally, the animal became fixed in place behind an old framed poster belonging
to Pickles.
From here I recovered the small animal that
hissed at me profusely but gave little fight. I noted it to be a female and
placed her in a cat carrier for the night with food and water.
Stay safe, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
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