There's a house on the corner that we always drive by to get into or out of our little suburban subdivision. And there's a cat who lives in that house that we see fairly frequently, as the little critter likes to hang out on the front porch or driveway.
This little critter.
Seeing the cat reminded me of a column I'd read in college about a student adopting a black kitten. She had seen the sign proclaiming "Free Black Kitty" and had briefly misread it as a political slogan. (You know, Free Leonard Peltier! Free the Chicago Seven! Free Black Kitty!)
So I started chanting "Free Black Kitty!" whenever I saw the little furball. Then I began to chant it when the weather was nice but I couldn't see the cat outside. But then I came to realize: sometimes, freedom isn't a good thing for a kitty. So on days when the weather is crappy, the rallying cry becomes "Enclose Black Kitty!"
(I do hope Black Kitty's humans enclose him or her on Saturday, 'cause I've heard horror stories about stuff done to black cats on Halloween.)
Every so often, J and I ponder going up to Black Kitty's house when the humans were in the front yard and asking to pet Black Kitty. We figure it would be best to leave out the rather elaborate inner life we've developed around the cat.
Prior to last night, I had only admired Black Kitty from afar. Then, on my way to class, I spotted a familiar furry silhouette on the driveway of the house. I stopped the car, put the hazards on, grabbed my phone (hence the crap picture quality) and walked up to Black Kitty, hoping he or she wouldn't bolt before I could snap a pic.
I needn't have worried. Black Kitty trotted up to me, meowing a greeting and nudging my hand. In fact, I couldn't get him or her to stop moving long enough to get a shot that looked like anything other than a vaguely cat-shaped black blur.
And I was very relieved that Black Kitty's humans were nowhere near the house, otherwise they would have seen a car stopped as if for an emergency and a clearly deranged lady holding out a camera phone while telling their cat "Okay, okay--no, back--easy--back it--sit. Sit. Stay. Hold on. Dammit!"
I'm still unsure of Black Kitty's gender and also of his or her name. For Black Kitty wears no collar. So I have a request for Black Kitty's owners, if by some odd chance they're reading this. Free Black Kitty when it's nice out. Enclose Black Kitty when it's raining or it's Halloween. But most of all, Clothe Black Kitty.