Well that sucked...

I'm driving to my brother's house. I have pizza in the back seat and I'm having a merry time, ready to shoot some aliens. I get into the parking lot and step out of the car. From behind me I hear a shrill mewling. I turn around and this little tabby kitten, probably no more than a few weeks old, comes running toward me.

Of course I bend down with a hand outstretched, and it literally walks into my hands. It's so small it can fit in my palms and I can feel it's heart racing. Looking around, I don't see it's mother, and I don't want to look because the neighborhood...well, it's not the best neighborhood.

So I take it into my brother's house. The minute he sees it he tells me to put it back where I found it because there are plenty of cats around there and lots of kittens. We both go out and I go to the place where I saw it appear. There's a bowl of food in the middle of the cold wet dirt, and even though that's a good sign, a sign that there's most definitely a person who takes care of it, I don't want to leave it there. I mean f***, it's the middle of the night, it's cold, and it just rained.

So I stood there for a minute, and with tears in my eyes (yes, I'm an over emotional sap like that) I put it back next to the bowl and leave it.


So that's my emotional journey for today. I really really hope that kitten finds it's way back home...