It all began
one day when I arrived the rapid transit station
to go to work (to support the habits of my
kitten Pixie, of course). When I exited my car,
I heard a kitten crying at the top of her lungs.
I saw her and thought “Oooh, cute little black
kitty needs help.” This was my first mistake.
My second mistake was that I tried and succeeded
in catching her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get
any help so I let the kitten go and got a
tetanus shot since I'd been bit and scratched
quite a bit. I figured that was the end of the
ordeal, but...
The next day I returned to the station to
witness the same scene. I arrived at work and
enlisted a rescue organization to catch the
kitten. They notified me she outwitted them so I
foolishly returned from work with a box that
evening. What followed was a scene that again
proved I was the lesser being. I saw the kitten,
she saw me and the chase ensued until she ran
into the engine block of a car where I couldn’t
bother her further.
As if I hadn’t shamed myself enough, I waited
for the driver of the car and convinced him that
he had a kitten in his car. After he looked
under the hood, honked the horn, etc., I let him
go home. I was happy that when he started his
car I didn’t hear or see anything unpleasant.
A couple of hours later, I received a phone call
from the man with the car that I thought the
kitten had hid in. He informed me that their car
was meowing and asked that I make it stop by
removing the kitten.
Thus, my fiancé and I drove to the shopping
center where the Cat-Mobile was parked. A quick
scan of the engine area with a flashlight showed
the little stow-away was quite rattled, but
feisty as ever. We attempted to cool down the
metal surrounding her, but missed and got her
with the water. Thus, she ran out of the car and
across the parking lot into some bushes. Three
of us followed and searched the bushes for her
until she darted out and headed straight for
another car which she proceeded to crawl into.
At this point, I ran into the store across from
the car and asked if anyone drove that
particular make and color. A woman claimed the
car and (after a bit of convincing) opened the
hood. The final chase ensued within the car and
ended with the kitten running into the wheel
well and being caught!
We brought the kitten home, much to the chagrin
of our kitten Pixie (who's become a mean kitty
in response to her domain having been breached
by another cat), bathed her, fed her and gave
her a nice bed to sleep in. She continued to cry
all night long at the top of her lungs (hence
she was named after the wailing Irish fairy).
Within the next couple of days, we took her to
the vet, cleaned up the fleas she brought with
her and brought her back to good health. Since
then, she’s showcased split personalities – one
moment, she’s sweet and purrs and insists on
being petted (my husband doesn’t buy it!), the
next, she’s knocking over the plants, clawing
the rug, pottying in the flowers and teaching
Pixie more mean kitty habits.
