Yesterday on our afternoon walk, I swore I heard some lost kittens calling each other. To be honest it’s actually hard not to find or hear lost kittens on afternoon walks, there are so many street dogs and cats roaming around in this place. I stopped walking and asked Jerry to stand, be still and listen. I couldn’t quite work out where the sound began but the little voice was like a magnet pulling me across the road onto a vacant lot.
I eventually found the little cat, appearing suddenly from inside the long grass and his tiny frame was quickly snatched up by Jerry (almost immediately I was begged permission for a pet). Cat was placed inside an empty backpack I had been carrying to bring home groceries, and he sat there crying with his tiny head poking through the open zip.
Cat’s brother or sister, even tinier than the one being held captive in my backpack came running from the entrance of a bamboo shack near by (confirming cat was definitely a magnet). A group of interested school girls suggested I take both animals.
Let me tell you about one cat who was shaking and crying so badly I took him out of the backpack and Jerry carried him home wrapped in his tshirt. He has big blue eyes that seem totally out of proportion to his scrawny head and his ears seem so enormous they pull his head into a type of narrow triangle. His belly is all puffed up (but I’m sure there is no food inside) while the rest of his crooked body (his too short tail has a kink in it) doesn’t seem to stand at a proper angle. And above all he’s a magnet because even though he cried and cried and cried and poo’d and wee’d and poo’d he’s now part of our funny little family.
A little family of strays: Jerry, cat and me.
About 10 minutes after getting home …[Jerry] Tita Meeeelllll … [Tita Mel] yes Jerry [Jerry] Are there cats in Australia? [Tita Mel] yes Jerry [Jerry, very earnestly] Cat, you will come to live in Australia with Tita Mel and me!”
© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine