As I walked through a doorway Over the Hill on the Yellow Brick Road, I noticed a kitten who seemed to be searching for something.
Can I help you?
KITTEN: I’m looking for a home. I need someone to take care of me.
Well, I’ve had lots of cats in my life. Growing up, I had a black cat, Midnight, who lived a good, long life. And then, when I was in my twenties, I had another gray striped cat, Hamlet. He lived a long life, too. When he died, I got Teddy, my black and white cat. And when his long life ended, I got a Maine Coon cat, Bosley. He died last year.
KITTEN: It sounds like you’re a good cat mommy. What’s your name?
KITTEN: Cathi, will you be my cat mommy? Take care of me?
Uh…I’m not sure I can do that. I mean, I’m older now. You might be my last cat. You’re just a baby and your whole life’s ahead of you. What if you live longer than I do?
Or what if I get too old to hold you in my arms?
Or what if I can’t bend over someday, so I won’t be able to give you your cat food?
Or what if my legs become too frail to play with you?
Or what if my hands are unsteady so I can’t pet you?
Or what if I run out of money and can’t afford to buy you food?
Or what if—
KITTEN: I just want to be with you.