First off, sorry for the delay in postings friends. Not only have I been inactive here for the last week or so, but I’ve been pretty inactive in life. I’ve been super sick (i.e. laying on the couch, not cooking, not doing much of anything) so I’ve had nothing to talk about (except the symptoms of my cold, but no one needs that). Back to real life though. Still sniffly, but alive. That being said…
This past Friday afternoon, I’m home sick from work, sitting on the couch in my pajamas, half loving life half feeling like a waste of life, when I hear a little sound – a meow. We don’t have a cat, the neighbors have a dog, so I have no idea where this sound is coming from. I get up to investigate and look out the peephole of my front door, and there, meowing and sitting all by himself, a kitten. I opened the door, he hesitated, came in, ran back out, and sat back down outside my door. I picked him up and took him inside. Obviously. He was cute cute cute.
The next 45 minutes was great. I put out water and milk for the little guy and he lapped it all up. He was so rambunctious, running around the apartment, hiding under tables, pouncing on me. Andrew got home and played with him for a while too. As much as we both want a cat, we know we just can’t right now. Neither of us is home enough and we really can’t afford it. So, we started knocking on doors in our apartment building asking if anyone was missing a kitten. Finally, the roommate of the kitten’s owner came and took him back. I was sad. Really sad. I miss him. But I’m glad I was able to be happy with him for the 45 minutes I did. We got the benefits of a kitten for 45 minutes without any of the work. I’ll take that for now.
Here are the pictures from the 45 happy minutes with the kitten, whom I named “baby kitty” and Andrew named “lil’ buster”: