JOURNAL: Furballs

As I was walking to work today, I saw the cutest thing. There is a preschool on my way to work that I normally dread passing because of the obnoxious workmen who sit on the bench outside of it. They don't say anything to me usually; they just leer. Well, today, I saw only a few guys sitting there, but a small movement under their legs caught my attention.

At the bottom of the building housing the preschool, there is a decorative baseboard made of mirrored glass. The movement belonged to a four-month old scruffy black-and-white kitten. He was darting in and out of the benches, when suddenly the mirror caught his eye....He then proceeded to attempt to catch the other black-and-white "kitten." He couldn't figure out how to get through the glass, but not through lack of trying.

Most cats I see are alley cats eating out of the garbage cans. Tonight, I got on the wrong side of a very bold tomcat, I must say. I was passing an apartment complex as the gate to the parking lot was opening, and saw an orange-and-white tomcat I usually see near the restaurants waiting patiently (on the inside) for the gate to open. He saw me, and stared at me. The driver of the car waited for him to move out of the way, but he wouldn't budge. The driver gave me a helpless look, and I began clapping my hands and making shooing noises. The Tom actually ADVANCED towards me in attack mode, just staring with his back slightly raised...I walked directly towards him, still making noises, but he just stood his ground. For a moment, I was afraid I was going to get hurt, but at the last minute, the Tom sauntered off, still staring me down. He made a move to come back towards me, but the car cut him off. Tom slowly but firmly walked off and across the low garden wall.