Rescue Kitten
by
Valerie L. Egar
Leo saw the kitten
right away. He was nestled under a bush by the entrance to Pioneer Village and
meowed loudly. Black with golden eyes, the kitten had long fur and a bushy
tail. Leo bent and patted his head. The kitten kept mewing.
“He’s hungry,” said
Leo.
Mom kneeled on the
sidewalk to look. She reached under the bush to pet him. “He looks young,
barely old enough to be away from his mother.”
“We need to get
him something to eat,” said Leo.
“Let’s see the
museum, first, OK?” said Mom.
They were on
vacation and had flown from Portland, Maine to Denver, Colorado the week before
and spent days sightseeing. Driving through Nebraska’s rolling hills, they saw
a herd of wild buffalo and a colony of prairie dogs. In South Dakota, they
viewed presidents’ faces carved into Mt. Rushmore. So far, it was a great
vacation.
Today, the plan
was to visit Pioneer Village. They looked forward to seeing a log cabin, old
print shop and general store. The village also displayed antique cars, trucks, tractors and
fire engines, everything Leo liked to see. Mom paid the admission fee and they
started to walk around.
“Do you think the
kitten will be there when we leave?” Leo asked.
“Yes,” said Mom.
“He needs food,”
said Leo.
“We’ll get him food
before we leave,” said Mom.
“He’s hungry now,”
said Leo.
Leo wasn’t
interested in the old fire trucks or the trains displayed in the barn. He was
worried about the kitten.
“Let’s get the
kitten something to eat and come back in,” Mom said. At the museum’s cafeteria,
they ordered a hamburger.
“Plain,” Leo said.
“Kittens don’t like ketchup.”
They broke the
hamburger into tiny pieces and the kitten gobbled it up. He started to purr and
rubbed on Leo’s leg. Then, he walked back under the bush for a nap.
Pioneer Village
was full of wonderful things to see and do. Leo and Mom enjoyed an ice cream
soda at a counter in an old fashioned drugstore. Leo pretended to drive an old
fire truck. Before they knew it, it was time to go.
The tiny kitten
was curled up, under the bush, sleeping.
“We have to take
him with us,” Leo said. “We can’t just leave him here.”
The woman at the admissions
counter rolled her eyes. “People leave kittens here all the time.”
“That’s wrong!”
said Leo, and Mom agreed. “We have to take him.”
Mom sighed. “We’re
far from home. We came here on a plane.”
“Cats fly on planes,”
said Leo.
“I know, but—”
Leo was
determined. He looked at Mom. “It would be wrong to leave him here.”
Mom knew Leo was
right. Pioneer Village was on a highway and if the kitten walked into the road,
he’d get hit by a car. Whoever owned him should have never left him to fend for
himself.
“OK,” Mom said.
“We’re headed back to Denver, maybe we can find a shelter that will take him
and find him a home.”
“Or, he can come
home with us,” said Leo. Mom didn’t say anything. Before the car was out of the
parking lot, Leo started calling the kitten, “Little Critter.”
That night, Mom
found a motel that allowed pets. They stopped at a convenience store and bought
cat food. Mom made a make-shift litter box from a cardboard box. Little Critter
romped around the room and climbed the drapes. Leo giggled. Worn out, the
kitten slept in the bed next to Leo.
Leo said, “He’s little, I don’t think he’d eat
very much, do you?”
“Little Critter
would love Maine,” said Leo. “I bet he’s never heard a loon.”
Mom laughed. She’d
grown to love the little black kitten, too. “You’re very persuasive,” she said.
“I’ll call the airline as soon as we get to Denver.”
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Copyright 2017 by Valerie L. Egar. May not be copied or reproduced without permission from the author.
Published August 9, 2015 Journal Tribune Sunday (Biddeford, ME).
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