I was walking to my car to go to class when all of a sudden I look out in the street and see a little kitten under my neighbors car. It was sitting there just chllin. I dont know why but I spent prboably 20 minutes trying to make this cat come over right in the middle of the street. I finally got him to come over and sat there and talked to him, telling him how pretty he was, how soft his fur was, and he would rub on my legs as I sat on the curb. Not once did he try to scratch me or try to get ayway, he just looked up at me, asking for a little affection maybe some compassion. I wanted to keep him, to make him my friend, someone to sit on my lap and chill as i did myhomework. But I knew I couldnt cuz i cant have pets in my apartment.
As I stood up knowing I had to leave for school, he stared at me. I knew what he was thinking, "where are we going?", I knew I couldnt take him with me, he followed me for a bit, I turned around and stopped, kneeled down and scrated his head. I told him to stay safe, and good luck. I think he understood. Halfway up the street I looked back, he was still sitting In the exact spot he had been when I left, wondering where I was going, why couldnt he come, when will he find someone to love him and care for him. But i know what will happen. He'll spend another year or two on the streets, get picked up, spend years in a cage, and then get uthanized with a bunch of other animals wondering where I am...wheres that man who loved me that early morning. He was the first one to love me and hes gone. And nnow i fell like shit...not because Angie dumped me, not because i have scars on my face, but because I denied a cute little kitten Its right to be loved....dammit.
As I stood up knowing I had to leave for school, he stared at me. I knew what he was thinking, "where are we going?", I knew I couldnt take him with me, he followed me for a bit, I turned around and stopped, kneeled down and scrated his head. I told him to stay safe, and good luck. I think he understood. Halfway up the street I looked back, he was still sitting In the exact spot he had been when I left, wondering where I was going, why couldnt he come, when will he find someone to love him and care for him. But i know what will happen. He'll spend another year or two on the streets, get picked up, spend years in a cage, and then get uthanized with a bunch of other animals wondering where I am...wheres that man who loved me that early morning. He was the first one to love me and hes gone. And nnow i fell like shit...not because Angie dumped me, not because i have scars on my face, but because I denied a cute little kitten Its right to be loved....dammit.
