Mud

Saturday night, I went to the Refuge to hang out with some old friends. When I got there, I saw a sixteen-year-old boy holding a tiny kitten. Being the way I am, I asked him if I could hold it. The cat was the cutest thing I've ever seen. He was a dark tan/gray with bright blue eyes. I asked the boy if he had named him. He told me no, and that he had just found the cat running across Mercer University Drive. I told him to name the kitten Mud. =)
Later that night, I went inside the venue and found the boy again. He told me that if he does not keep him, he'd give the kitten to me. I was overwhelmed. I do not have any kitten food or a litter box or any supplies for a cat. I knew the kitten had a broken foot, and I do not have the money to take him to the vet. I started searching for people to give him to, just in case the boy couldn't keep him. I found a girl named Chloe that really liked Mud, so she asked her mom if she could keep him and she agreed. The kitten did not want to leave my side. Whenever I handed him to someone to hold, he started screaming and looked terrified. As soon as I would bring him back in my arms, he would curl up in my arms and purr. I felt awful for having to give him away and I was SO attached by this point. I went inside to find the boy to see if he was keeping the kitten or not, but he was nowhere to be found.
I found an empty container and filled it with water, helping Mud drink it slowly. After he drank, he stuck his head under my arm and fell asleep. I let him sleep for a little while, then decided that if I didn't give him away at that moment, I wouldn't be able to. I handed him, still sleeping, to Chloe, kissed him, and left.


I miss him =(