The Unwanted Kittens

The Unwanted Kittens

It was just before midnight, and I was walking home from my friend Tonya's party. I lived ten blocks from her house and thought walking home would be no big deal. It would only take a short time to walk to my house.

I was fine for the first two blocks. The streetlights led me down the sidewalk, but when I turned on Moonlight Avenue, there were very few lights, and it was so quiet. All I could hear was my heavy breathing. As I walked in the darkness, my imagination started playing tricks.

While I was walking down the street, I thought I heard someone behind me. My heart began to race, and I began to sweat. When I turned around to see who was following me, I saw a wad of newspaper tumbling down the sidewalk. I was relieved to know no one was following me.

I walked faster after I became more scared. I thought it would be better to walk down a main street. So, I walked to King Street. King Street was usually bustling with activity. The street occupied stores, gas stations, and schools, but as I walked down it, I didn't see any people. Only a few cars passed me.

The thought of being the only one on the streets terrified me. I became acutely aware of my surroundings. I looked in every direction to see if anyone suspicious was following me.

I had only walked four blocks, and I was already frantic. I still had six blocks to go, and I was sure that something terrible was going to happen to me. I stopped on a street corner to make a plan.

As I stood on the street corner, I heard a faint meow. I looked around, but I didn't see a cat. I figured my mind was playing tricks on me and started walking.

I began to cross the street, and as I walked, the meowing became increasingly louder. I knew that there was a cat somewhere in the darkness. I stood on the corner and waited for another meow.

A minute later, I heard another meow, and it sounded like it came from the alleyway. I decided to investigate.

I crept towards the alleyway and saw a streetlight lighting it up. I felt somewhat safer with the light on. I walked closer and saw a row of garbage cans in the middle of the road. I thought the cat must be on the other side of the garbage cans, so when I got to the garbage cans, I pushed the garbage cans out of the way. As I shoved the cans into one another, they made a loud noise. To my surprise, when I moved one of the garbage cans, I saw a mother Tabby cat with her four kittens. Since the sounds didn't scare the cats, I thought they must be sick.

The mother cat looked at me with the saddest round golden eyes. I knew I must help her and the kittens. I found an empty cardboard box by one of the garbage cans and laid it on the ground. The mother must have sensed that I was willing to help her. She grabbed one of the kittens by the nape of the neck and carried it to the box. I watched her as she did the same with the other three kittens. When she completed her task, she climbed in.

I forgot about my fear of the darkness and carried the cats to my house. When I got home, I unlocked the front door and went inside.

Once in the house, I turned on the light and put the box on the kitchen table. When I saw the kittens in brighter light, I could see they were hungry. I found a can of tuna and fed it to the mother cat. She gulped down the tuna like she hadn't eaten in days. After I fed the cat, I put the box near the fireplace so the kittens could be fed.

I was tired, and when I glanced at the clock, it was three o'clock in the morning. Before I went to bed, I would need to get cat food and litter. I left the kittens and ran to the all night grocery store. I bought the supplies I needed and returned home. When I entered the house, the cats were asleep.

Before it was time for me to go to bed, I set out some food and filled the litter box. As I crawled into bed, I thought about how much I wanted to find a good home for the kittens. I would keep the mother and name her Alley.

As the weeks went by, the kittens grew and played more. Alley was a good mother and kept her kittens in line. Soon, it was time for me to decide what to do with the kittens.

Since finding the cats, I had grown attached to them. I debated on what to do. After two days of thinking about it, I decided to try to find a home for them, and if I couldn't find a home for all of them, I would keep the ones that were left.

I put flyers around the neighborhood, and only two people responded to the ad and took a kitten. I waited two more weeks for calls asking for the other kittens, and after getting none, I concluded that the two remaining kittens were mine. I kept them and named the male Tabby, Thomas, and the white female cat Snowball.

After adopting the three cats, I had them spayed and neutered. They also received their physicals and shots. I was going to ensure that the cats were healthy and that no other unwanted cats were born.

I still remember that night like it was yesterday, and I am thankful that they are all cared for. If I hadn't been out in the middle of the night and scared out of my wits, I would have never found my feline furry friends.