We pulled into the parking lot just in time to see a little white smudge pawing at a nearby car-door. It looked like a puppy with a curled tail, until I hopped out of the Jeep and saw it was a kitten, just a few months old, with only half a tail. I crouched down and she bounded toward me. Passing me by, she quickly climbed partially into the open Jeep. I laughed and picked her up; she did not resist, turning her dirty nose up to peer into my face.
If I could, I’d take all the stray cats of the world home, clean them, vaccinate them, spay or neuter them, and snuggle them up all their lovely lives. But I can’t. So I let her go, and she bounded off again, paws against pavement.
When we left, she had been curled up under the Jeep, where it was warm. She was startled, and scampered off. I followed a little bit, but couldn’t find her; I left half of my sandwich out for her where I stopped, near a dumpster.