Yesterday I found a cat. Well, she wasn't hard to find, being that she was kind of cowering smack dab in the middle of osos street, on the yellow line, as if she were trying to cross the street after getting a little something to eat from gus's grocery. which isn't too far from the truth. unfortunately she was caught in the cross fire of right where cars seem to accelerate going in either direction. she seemed a little dazed and confused. a city mouse lost in the city.

she crossed the street as a white buick slammed on its breaks and honked its horn. she looked around, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.

when i got to her and scooped her up and out of the street all i felt were bones and a thin covering a ultra soft fur. she melted into my arms. another woman had made a uturn and drove up to me. can you keep her out of the street, she asked? i would but i have to go to work.

i'm going to work, too, i said. but there was no way i could just put this bag of soft bones down on the dirt pathway and just trust chance that she wouldn't become a bump in the road for a barreling down suv.

so i put her on the passenger seat of my car and we went to work. then work happened and i forgot about getting her to the Dept of Animal Services (plus I wasn't sure that was the right thing to do), much less ask around at work to see if anyone could take her home (tho i did half-heartedly hint).

so she came home with me.

then i remembered the signs that had been up for nearly two weeks.

white kitty? yes.
gray mask? yes.
needs medicine? well, my guess was yes there too.

the next morning i tore down the sign and put it and the kitty on the passenger seat and again sped off for work.

turns out, though, the signmakers had already found their cat, i learned when they returned my fervent phone calls.

are you *sure*? i asked.

uh, yeah, they said.

maybe you lost her again?

is it a small little cat? they asked.

yes! i said, and declawed!

ours is big and husky, they said.

oh.

and so the little camel cat came home with me again.

yesterday we were calling her bones and b.o.b. (bag of bones). which is self-explanatory. today we were calling her camel cat because of the way she sleeps: she tucks her front legs way underneath her and spreads her neck out as if inviting the guillatine (we should give her a french name).

she sleeps for hours. and man can she eat. we won't be calling her bones for long.

hopefully we will either find her owners or new ones. meanwhile, she's nesting in my room.

m.

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