I have so much to type and it's been very difficult to get on the computer since my parents think they have priority over me. My mom, Wendy, and I were driving down my street when I saw a cat cross the road. It looked a lot like Amber and I was scared that it was her so my mom pulled over and Wendy and I got out to investigate. It wasn't Amber because "Amber's Brother" as we shall call him, had a white-tipped tail and no orange splotch on his forehead. Amber's brother went to hide in some blackberry bushes. We left out bowls of food and water for him.
Then tonight, after karate, I went up to see if he had eaten the food. I saw two pairs of eyes sticking out of the brush. An orange kitten, 5 weeks to 5 months old, and a dark cat that might have been Amber's Brother, but I'm not sure. The food dish was empty so I went back to refill it. It was full of ants so I just used another bowl entirely.
When I got back, I saw two orange kittens playing outside their den with each other. I don't know why, but I started crying. I'm holding back tears now just thinking about them. Maybe it was because they needed a home to play in, not the open space between two houses. Maybe it was because of my own selfish wanting of a cat. Maybe because they were so adorable and they were coping with their depressing situation and having fun even when they could have so much more. They're so innocent and so unfortunate! They don't deserve to live in such poverty! Why? Why can't they be loved and cared for properly?
Then some people walked by and I felt like an idiot, standing in the middle of the open space with a water bottle and a white paper bowl full of cat food with tears rolling down my face. I approached the nest. I knew I would scare them inside. Not even the adventurous orange kitten who was always the one attacking the other and so much like Oreo would come out to see me. I didn't think they would anyway. I was nervous because I didn't know if my crying sent out a fear scent or a happy scent, because I was happy. Kind of. I certainly wasn't depressed or anything.
So I bent down and saw three pairs of eyes, the two orange kittens, and the dark cat that might be Amber's brother. I set the food bowl down and refilled the water bowl and kept staring Oreo's mini-me in the face, when I remembered this one show where it said that cats feel awkward when you stare at them, and less threatened if you don't look at them directly. So I sat down, with my back to the food and facing sort of away from the kittens. Then I started to hear rustling in the bushes behind me. I was afraid that a cat might attack me and claw my back, so I twisted around and stayed like that for a while. I saw the eyes, and it was a cat (duh) but I couldn't tell which one since they were in shadow. I also saw Oreo's mini-me's eyes, so it wasn't him.
None of the cats came out, and the mosquitoes were annoying me so I muttered some kind words they didn't understand and got up. I wanted to show Oreo's mini-me that the food was okay so I put a piece in front of where he was before he retreated furthur into the brush when I approached with a morsel of food. I laid it down and left.
So there are at least 3 cats living in the blackberry bush at the top of my street.
Other news includes: I got a pedometer like Kati's for my bike, so my bike updates will stop being posted, as my bike will keep track of them. My parents go to Starbucks, and they leave out used coffee grinds for people to take and use as compost in their garden, and I was carrying one in and the bag wasn't tied properly and I spilled some down my shirt. I hope it doesn't stain my bra. Wendy came over and we went hiking on Mt. Burdell and we found an even better climbing tree than the tree where I was going to have my birthday party. It's up past the cow gate at the top of the housing development, and when you get to the fork, go across the bridge, and then it's six or seven switchbacks up past the birthday tree to the top, and then take a left off the trail. I bought a catnip plant at Target a few days ago. I haven't anything else to say. ttyl!
Thursday, July 7
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