December 25th 2002
Black and White
running on wood floors
a old tied up sock with catnip in it
Favorite Nap Spot:
knocking on front porch screen door
indoors and outdoors
One winter morning around Christmas of 2002, I opened my front door to a small kitten sitting on my front porch looking up at me. I was surprised that the kitten didn't move when he saw me. I was able to pick him up and bring him into the house. I'm not really sure how or why he was on my front porch. Maybe God knew Kitcat needed a owner and I needed a pet.
As kit grew so did his personality. He loved to run on the wood floor from window to window looking outside. He was a content and well behaved most of the time. Well one time he did get a hold of the toilet paper when I was gone one day. I came back to torn toilet paper all over my house. Also, as Kit grew his interest and longing to be outside with the other cats increased. Finally one day, He made a run for it when I had the front door open. He then became a inside and outside cat. Kit and I really connected. There were times I would open my front door, and Kit would be standing there. Other times when he wanted in the house, he found a way to knock on the screen door. When he wanted outside he would stand by the door. There were times when I woke up in the night, that Kitcat would be licking the top of my forehead, im not sure why he did that. But in some way, I felt comfort from it. It was a sad day when we found kitcat. He got ran over by a car when i was out of town and ran under my apartment. I couldnt look at Kit I wanted to remember him when He was living. My next store neighbor buried him in the yard behind the apartment.
Kitcat Wesson Street