In retrospect, what may have drawn the creature’s attention, was in the way I walked. Familiar to every eight-year-old prepubescent, was the act of not bothering to lift your leg one after the other. An often reprimanded undertaking, that created a great deal of sound, when hard plastic greeted with worn and cracked concreate. The sky had greyed, and it had an annoying indecisive attitude as to whether it wanted to rain or not. It was halfway down a “shortcut,” an alley that separated the pharmacy, and another shop I would have engrained into memory, if I knew I would never be able to recount it.
The shuffling from behind the metal canister didn’t alert me immediately to its presence. It wasn’t until the top of the trashcan was thrown from …show more content…
It had the same curiosity and apprehension I possessed at the time. I bent my knees down to it, and after a few more moments of consideration, it began to approach me.
The cat in question, would be subject to debate as to whether It would be appropriate to consider it a kitten. It’s gangly, underfed appearance may have taken off a few weeks of appearance on it, yet the three notches on its left ear, each formed differently than the other, spoke of some experience. It’s matted, wet, fur was in in patches of brown and white. Most notably it’s was has been stained in red. The predator had just recently been drawn away from its prey. It approached me cautiously. Well, as cautiously as It could, given that most of its kind would have already fled the scene.
“Strays are dirty, feral, and should never be pet, because they could be carrying disease.” The warning repeatedly instilled, by teachers, parents, and siblings alike, to replayed itself endlessly. but despite this deterrent, the predator seemed apt to defy all of these descriptions, regardless of its its unkempt state, it’s fur pattern reminded me greatly of many domesticated animals I met in the
The shuffling from behind the metal canister didn’t alert me immediately to its presence. It wasn’t until the top of the trashcan was thrown from …show more content…
It had the same curiosity and apprehension I possessed at the time. I bent my knees down to it, and after a few more moments of consideration, it began to approach me.
The cat in question, would be subject to debate as to whether It would be appropriate to consider it a kitten. It’s gangly, underfed appearance may have taken off a few weeks of appearance on it, yet the three notches on its left ear, each formed differently than the other, spoke of some experience. It’s matted, wet, fur was in in patches of brown and white. Most notably it’s was has been stained in red. The predator had just recently been drawn away from its prey. It approached me cautiously. Well, as cautiously as It could, given that most of its kind would have already fled the scene.
“Strays are dirty, feral, and should never be pet, because they could be carrying disease.” The warning repeatedly instilled, by teachers, parents, and siblings alike, to replayed itself endlessly. but despite this deterrent, the predator seemed apt to defy all of these descriptions, regardless of its its unkempt state, it’s fur pattern reminded me greatly of many domesticated animals I met in the