I Looked After a Kitten Last Night
Ok so I did do one thing last night which was good. There was this cat, and it was either the most self-adjusted wordly cat ever or it was owned by somebody, because as I was walking home and ready to get a slushy it just started meowing at me and when I went to pet it it just jumped up to my leg and started licking. I sat with it for a while and could feel it's ribs and how skinny and homeless it must have been. So we walked to the store together. Not many cats follow you so I thought it was kind of interesting. At the store I bought myself a slushy and the cat a half pint of milk and some Tuna. The cat just went into the store with me and was walking around, shaking it's black body and red little butt all through the 4 aisles of nothing Korean food. All the time scratching it's sides and face on the corners of cereal boxes and hanging shelves. When we went back outside the cat just started talking to me in cat-ese and we sat down and talked. I told the cat about the cat I used to have, and my dog, and the dog I used to have and how much I loved two out of the three (Frisky the cat was always a shadey character). So we sat and chatted and it was good. I named her (after further curious inspection) Doris after Keith's mom, whom I talk to more than Keith does simply because he doesn't like to talk to his mom and she always calls when I'm home for some reason. So Doris and I were solid for the night. I almost wanted to take her home but I knew that Keith would throw a hissy about the cat so I left her there with her Tuna and Milk and I went home to read more.
