Multnomah County Pound, by Kirsty MacKay
Corinne and her kid go straight to the Kitten Play Room. I linger before the cats in cages. They are asleep, resembling furry pancakes. Only the chubby one is awake and sitting up. She blinks her yellow-green eyes at me. She flops to her side with a soft grunt. I kneel to look at her; She reaches a paw through the bars and pats my cheek. I break away. Corinne's daughter rushes up to me squealing, "We picked one out!" We drive home with a shaggy black kitten, but I feel I've left someone behind.
23/2/2019 12:38:05 am
I loved your story, nicely written as I was with you in the Kitty play room. I live in Portland, Oregon, USA and Multnomah County(probably not the same, but maybe)? I have gotten all my cats from rescue... thanks for sharing your wonderful story.
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