Sunday, April 13, 2008 . 4/13/2008

On Friday night I woke up to the sound of my cats growling and just making really loud noises in general. Thinking they got themselves into a fight like they sometimes do, I got out of bed to break it up. But they weren't fighting - they were looking out the door. It was another cat! Since all I could see was a vague outline/blur of it I rushed back into my room to get my glasses. What I saw when I came back was one of the sweetest looking cats I've ever seen. He/she wasn't exactly a kitten but didn't look to be a full adult either.

For the sake of this post I'm going to call this cat a she. So she just kind of stood there in a half-sitting kind of way, looking up at me curiously from the other side of the sliding door. My mom got up to see what all the fuss was about since our two cats kept on chatting away at this other cat. We kind of sat there for a few minutes, and I kept saying how much I'd like to hold the cat but knowing full well that our own would have at it in a second as soon as the door was opened. After a while she (the other cat) went wandering off our porch, so my mom and I decided to go back to bed.

But then the growling started up again.

The cat was back, and it was then that I decided that I wanted to hold her. I coaxed our own cats into my room with food, then shut the door. I went back into the living room and opened the sliding door. The cat was skittish, but came inside. My dog got excited and walked towards her, scaring her shitless. My dog is good though and I eventually convinced him to lay down and behave while I examined the cat more closely.

She had no collar, was a really pretty tabby with white patches and a few calico spots, and when I picked her up I realized just how skinny she was. I started to cry. I felt her ribs and her backbones, especially. Knowing that my parents would be angry with me for bringing the cat in but wanting to tell someone about this, I carried her into my parents' room. I asked them to not yell at me, but that I had the cat and I told them how skinny she was. My dad got mad at me but after I started to really cry they started to understand. My mom got up and had a look at the cat, agreeing that she was pretty damn skinny. She suggested we feed her so we did, but after a minute or so of the cat not eating my mom said that she might feel more comfortable if she ate outside, and she was right. We watched the cat eat and I told my mom that I wanted to take the poor thing to the local animal shelter and that maybe they could run some lost pet ads for her in case she was owned by someone. But it was in the middle of the night, and there was no way we could keep her in our house because our cats would get upset, to put it mildly.

After a while the cat walked away, this time for good. I like to think that she found her way home. She was really sweet around people so I'm assuming she belongs to someone.. maybe she accidentally slipped outside while her owner was opening the door.

In other news, I went shopping yesterday with my mom, got some nice clothes and stuff, then went to the new Border's next door. It was very big and nice, but I noticed yet again that the Religion section was quite big whereas the Science one had just a small corner, competing for space with Mathematics. When you think about it though, I guess it kind of makes sense since with religion all you have to do is make up shit and pull it out of your ass.

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