I stopped by PetSmart to pick up another kitty brush since the other one disappeared from the back porch. (very suspicious) I studied the wall of kitty brushes...all sizes, shapes, colors, and purposes. Finally selecting a medium sized pink one I headed for the cash register. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a row of cages against the distant wall. I didn't intend to seek out the pets that day. I didn't even know PetSmart sold pets. And before I knew what happened I found myself headed for the cages and the little kitty cats each one contained.
Most of the prisoners were kittens, some half-grown, and some tiny, but all of them adorable. I could barely contain myself as I watched their furry little bodies, sleeping, trying to play in the cramped conditions or just sitting there looking at me through the bars.
I had only stood there for a few seconds when one little orange kitten got up from his bed, stood at the bars and looked at me right in the eyes as he cried. He reminded me of Zeke, a kitty I have at home. And it broke my heart to see him begging me to rescue him from that awful place. I already have four kitties at home, I couldn't possibly think of making it five!
As we stood there with our eyes locked, both of us close to tears, I knew it was truly a crime for little kittens to be locked up unable to run and play and with no one to love and pet them. So with a heavy heart, I told the little orange kitten I was sorry and left to go pay for the brush.
It's been a few days now but I still think about the little orange kitten, hoping he got adopted and wondering if I should go check.; )
