What a weekend? I had quite an eventful night on Saturday. It all started when I discovered that B forgot to pull down the screen on one of the bedroom windows. It was around 11:30pm and the air was warm. It was dark out there and I thought that I should take advantage of this opportunity and discover the wild kitten hidden deep inside of me. So, I took the dive and jumped down from the window sill. This is a pretty deep jump of about seven feet, but my bouncy kitten paws made the fall easy.
I quickly ran under the porch and looked out from behind a save cinder block wall. Oh, the things I saw and discovered. Unbelievable what moves around so late at night. After a while I got a little scared, but I obviously could not sleep or the wild beasts may have devoured me. So, I sat in anticipation for hours. You, my readers know how much I like to sleep and nap and dream about. But, here I did not have a chance.
Soon, I became hungry and thirsty and eventually I yearned to be brought back inside. By this time, though, B had turned out the lights and kip had shut the window. So, what am I to do? For the next couple hours, I debated in my little kitten brain if I should whine out loudly, so B could hear me or remain quiet and thus, undiscovered till the morning. The first choice obviously would have meant that the beasts would have heard me as well and my life could have been put in danger. On the other hand, how should I make B aware of the fact that I am not snuggled next to her in bed.
After hours of serious deliberation and ever increasing hunger, I made the executive decision to be noisy and wake my humans. I slowly climbed up the stairs to our porch and jumped on the screen door, slowly climbing my way up to the top ledge. This, in my humble kitten opinion, was an excellent plan. The noise would wake B and Kip, but I would also be save up on higher ground and no nasty squirrels, rats or other wild animals could get to me.
It worked. The light in B’s bedroom came on and I saw Kip looking out behind the curtains. Minutes passed by and my little heart was beating. What if they just thought it was some wild animal? They would turn the light off again and I would have to remain on the ledge for the next couple hours - hungry and cold. But then, thanks to the kitten goddess in kitten heaven, the porch door opened and I heard B call my name. I MEOWWWEEDDDD in disbelief and Kip’s hands came up to grab me and slowly lowering em to the kitchen floor.
I immediately ran to my water and food and gulped down at least three pounds of it. I was hungry after all this excitement. B kept on stroking me, slowly lifting me up to check if I had any scratches or bites. But I was, despite some e dirty hairs, clean as an indoor kitten. After filling my stomach I proceeded to the chair, jumped on it and feel asleep. Sunday morning, afternoon and evening remained a blur to me. I was so exhausted.
No more I told myself. This quest for freedom and independence that I feel deep inside of me has to have boundaries. One thing is for sure "Curiosity could potentially kill any kitten."
