A is for attached.

I have participated in Jenny Matlock's Alphabe Thursday once before and also her colorwriting prompts. It is great fun, I just was struggling so much that I could'nt commit to anything on a regular basis. Things are better so here I am! I love to write and tell stories and this gives me an outlet and lets me meet a lot of other bloggers too...Go check it out, it is a lot of fun. http://www.jennymatlock.blogspot.com/ A is for attached. Several weeks ago, I pulled up in my driveway and the security light came on and I saw a tiny little black kitten under my porch. At first I wasn't even sure it was a kitten because it was so small. I dropped my groceries and ran to get a better look. There was a tiny little hole in the siding and as I went to grab him, he tried to wriggle into it. The kitten was terrified of me and I could tell that he was starving. Leaving the groceries in the rain no , I took him inside where I could look at him. He not only was tiny, he was young. It looked like his eyes had just opened. I have a back porch with a pantry area. It has no door so I covered it with a quilt and I keep my kitchen door open for my two cats. Their litter box is in there and there are also some storage boxes. The minute I put him down, he dashed for that pantry..He was so small he could'nt get in the litterbox even if he wanted to so I made him a tiny one in an old dustpan. I set some wet cat food out on a little plate. Hunger overcame the fear and he came out and dove in watching me to make sure I didnt come to close. Someone must've dumped him.

. I didnt try to approach him any more. The next day I went to my landlord and told him I found a little kitten under the porch. He told me to him they were as bad as rats and he would come over and get rid of "it", and if I brought it in the house he would evict me. Cruel, pompous $#@$%#$#%^. After that conversation ended, there was no way I was putting that kitten outside. I needed to get him used to me so I could find him a good, loving home. I knew I couldnt keep him because of the whole landlord thing. I didnt see a lot of him the first few days which was good because I knew I couldnt get attached. He was so little and helpless and I knew he must be missing his mama. It took great restraint on my part. I also knew I couldnt get attached because Thomas my cat and king of the house would'nt like him. About the time I was thinking that I heard running feet. I walked out and there went the kitten with Thomas right behind him. I was afraid he was going to attack him. They ran behind the couch and came out the other side and this time the kitten was chasing Thomas. I laughed as they continued to take turns playing "tag you are it." I then told myself that I could'nt get attached because the kitten would be too afraid of Big Ole Cooper...(165 lb huge yellow lab). That was until I went out and found Cooper on his bed with a little kitten sleeping on the back of his head. Ok, it was because of me now, I could not get attached to this poor little guy cause there was just no way I could keep him. On the third night, I woke up because my neck was hot. I was thinking this was a pretty big hotflash for sure...Except the hot flash was purring. I sleep on my side and from then on at night I had a kitten wrapped around my neck like a stole. He was getting used to me. I knew when he was awake because he would bat at my hair until he fell back asleep mid-batt like kittens do. I didn't name him because I thought his new family would want to do that and it would help me not to become attached. I kept him for three weeks and he grew and got used to other animals and people. When I came back from Thanksgiving, he was the first to the door to greet me and soon was nesting in my hair. (my neighbor girl Taylor took care of the animals.)I noticed he had grown and knew it was time. I took one picture of him and put it on the local internet classifieds.

I worried no one would call because I couldnt bear to take him to the Humane Society. They euthanize after just four days. My phone rang and it was a lady who was looking for a kitten for her mom who had just lost her older cat. She came right away with her son. Baby Kitten knew something was up and held on to me for dear life. I could tell she loved him right away and thought he was perfect. I made her promise to love and take care of him and get him his shots and get him nuetered. She promised and took him from me. I cried for three hours. I was glad I didn't get attached to him. She called me a few days ago to let me know how much her mom loves him and that she named him Champ and how he sleeps in her hair. I smiled and thanked her and then shed a few tears because I knew I did the right thing for the little kitten who stole my heart. But I didnt get attached.