"People have names.
That's because they don't know who they are.
I know who I am. I don't need a name."
Thoughts of a Cat
Chapter One
On Halloween night in 2004, the cold rains pelted the asphalt parking lot as I leaned my head back and watched the downpour. The taste of nicotine seemed to relax my tense shoulder muscles.
I looked out and noticed a small shadowy figure wobbling under a parking lot light. I jerked forward and turned my wipers on. It was a kitten.
Someone must had dropped it off and left it to survive on its own. Maybe they hoped someone might rescue it.
Or maybe they didn't give a damn and left it to die.
The little thing looked soaked. Lunch break would be over in a few and I had just enough time to make a break for the entry. I started getting all psyched, buttoned my jacket, made sure my keys were in my pocket, took a deep breath and opened the door. I could see that damn kitten, standing there soaked and clueless. Man, this rain's comin' down sideways.
A few raindrops slid down the back of my neck. It was freezin' cold. I thought about how the rain must have felt on that kitten ----No, don't do that.
As I got close to the wet, black piece of fur, I reached down and gently held it in my hands. No movement. No sound. Nothing. Don't go die on me, not now, you little fuck.
I got back to my Dodge pick-up, opened the back lid, grabbed a couple of dry shop rags, and wiped the kitten off.
OMG...Did it just move?
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