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Night of the Nermal
In lighter news, a KITTEN made me late for work this morning. It was about 6-8 weeks old, black-and-white splotched like a Holstein cow, and trying to win some kind of cute award in a really alarming fashion.
First I saw it running around in a yard, and thought, aww.
Then it saw me and ran out for the sidewalk, standing in front of my feet to get petted. Yay! I picked it up, and it squirmed and snuggled, then I put it back down and it rubbed vigorously against all sides of both my shoes and rolled on its back adorably. Then I picked it up and set it back in its yard, continuing my walk to work. (The yard is raised from the sidewalk level by almost 4 feet.)
It hopped down the steps and flopped in front of my feet again. Aww. Okay, a little more petting. Now back in your yard. This time I set it some distance from the stairs and set off at a good pace.
I got about ten yards before almost tripping over a black and white blur flopping down in front of my feet at high speed. I'll keep walking. Oh, but you're following me and if you get too far from home, you might get hit by a car. Back in your yard, little dear. Oh, but you're doing figure eights on my shoes again. And over my knees and under my arms and back between my shoes and isn't that adorable. Okay, a little more petting. Then back in your yard. Far from the stairs. Setting off almost at a run.
This time I got twenty yards before it passed me. It learned from last time, and went several strides further, pretending to be sniffing at the local scenery until I got close enough to stroll out in front of and flop. The effect was spoiled by a car driving past just then, spooking us both. Pick up cat. Return to yard. A man is pulling up and parking his truck across the street. I ask him if he's seen this kitten around, and if this is actually its yard. I set the kitten down.
The man does not believe that yard usually has kittens in it. The man has spoken, thus making him interesting. The kitten runs straight across the road, tail in the air, and follows the man up his walk. I say, well, sorry, but I'm going to let it keep chasing you, nice anonymous truck man, because I have to get to work.
I glance behind my shoulder and see the kitten coming back down the walk. I go faster. It's like a horror movie. I run the rest of the way to work, imagining hot kitten breath on my heels, knowing that at any moment it might appear in front of me again, paws in the air, and say "mrrrrt?"
I hope it comes to see me again tomorrow.
Have I mentioned that I'm a big sucker?
First I saw it running around in a yard, and thought, aww.
Then it saw me and ran out for the sidewalk, standing in front of my feet to get petted. Yay! I picked it up, and it squirmed and snuggled, then I put it back down and it rubbed vigorously against all sides of both my shoes and rolled on its back adorably. Then I picked it up and set it back in its yard, continuing my walk to work. (The yard is raised from the sidewalk level by almost 4 feet.)
It hopped down the steps and flopped in front of my feet again. Aww. Okay, a little more petting. Now back in your yard. This time I set it some distance from the stairs and set off at a good pace.
I got about ten yards before almost tripping over a black and white blur flopping down in front of my feet at high speed. I'll keep walking. Oh, but you're following me and if you get too far from home, you might get hit by a car. Back in your yard, little dear. Oh, but you're doing figure eights on my shoes again. And over my knees and under my arms and back between my shoes and isn't that adorable. Okay, a little more petting. Then back in your yard. Far from the stairs. Setting off almost at a run.
This time I got twenty yards before it passed me. It learned from last time, and went several strides further, pretending to be sniffing at the local scenery until I got close enough to stroll out in front of and flop. The effect was spoiled by a car driving past just then, spooking us both. Pick up cat. Return to yard. A man is pulling up and parking his truck across the street. I ask him if he's seen this kitten around, and if this is actually its yard. I set the kitten down.
The man does not believe that yard usually has kittens in it. The man has spoken, thus making him interesting. The kitten runs straight across the road, tail in the air, and follows the man up his walk. I say, well, sorry, but I'm going to let it keep chasing you, nice anonymous truck man, because I have to get to work.
I glance behind my shoulder and see the kitten coming back down the walk. I go faster. It's like a horror movie. I run the rest of the way to work, imagining hot kitten breath on my heels, knowing that at any moment it might appear in front of me again, paws in the air, and say "mrrrrt?"
I hope it comes to see me again tomorrow.
Have I mentioned that I'm a big sucker?
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Then they grow up.
sigh.