Something I saw Sneakers doing the other day that inspired in me a poem, stirred a memory, long forgotten.
With Sneakers the Texian Tuxedo's “Sweet 15” birthday rapidly approaching (On Sept. 6th she will be 1 human yr. old), I have decided to share a story Nikita once told me.
Nikita had long contemplated tackling his memoirs again and this story shares his earliest memory:
In the spring of 1998 there was a mother cat and her newborn kittens in a room at the Pomona Valley Humane Society.
Recently arrived, for some reason they had not yet been assigned a cage of their own so the Mom and her litter were set up in a large box with a blanket.
Part Maine Coon the lady cat, gruff and untrusting of the humans, due no doubt, to years of life on the street in the most dangerous parts of Pomona, kept close watch on her brood, especially once they opened their eyes, began to talk, and became curious about their surroundings.
One night, as she slept, kittens nursing contentedly at her nipples, one of the boys, sated, looked around. Though it was after midnight, there was a light at the other end of the room, above a counter, from which the sound of something going splat could be heard.
There being a ramp from the floor to this counter the curious kitten decided to go exploring.