Dawn patrol on my doorstep. It let out a diminished meow. 1000 thoughts rushed into my head. I lifted it by the scruff and it shut its eyes. 8 weeks and male I supposed. I had a kitten on my hands.
I crushed up two stale tortilla chips and added sunflower seeds. It chowed like I imagined. It then spit-shined itself up real diligently. Confident I thought. I will call you Junior, pronounced ‘HoonYour’.
Moral to Story: When an unrealized pet makes it transparent that it has chosen you, turning a cheek is ill advised. Statistically speaking, these animals have significantly more to offer you, than you might it.
