This morning my mother picked up a charcoal-gray kitten. She was out on her morning walk and felt that she had to take this wild animal home with her. She gave this creature some of the pets’ food and seemed to think that she was doing to keep it on the front porch.
I knew that this could not happen. Especially once Dad came home and found this cat that didn’t belong in our house. The only thing to do was to let it out. I opened the screen door on the porch as I was leaving for school. After a bit of coaxing, it hesitantly made its way out. With the job done, I headed across the street to my car.
As I got in and prepared to start the engine, I noticed that the cat had followed me. It was, in fact, headed straight for the car that was within a few seconds of starting. I had no choice but to get the cat away from the car, so I could pull out. After a bit more coaxing, it began to re-cross the street but stopped in the middle of the street. The cat then tilted its head back as I watched and began to preen its fur. I had to now shoo that rascal out of the street before the inevitable vehicle bore down on it.
Fortunately, everything turned out well. I later learned that the cat hung around for quite awhile, but then left. I was telling the story the story all day at the college, and it became an interesting topic of discussion. In the end, it was a nic cat, but I’m increasingly bothered by my mother’s ‘hospitality.’