Grace Tu

Grace Tu

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Kitten Story

It’s amazing when something as small as an image, a voice, a smell, a anything, brings back to me memories that I thought were long lost.

When I was 5 and my sister was 3, our mom would walk us to the kindergarten every day, and every day we would walk through this narrow street with apartments on one side and restaurants on the other – A very typical kind of narrow street in Taipei twenty something years ago. The buildings were built of concrete but old.

There was this one building with a hole a little bigger than a shoebox at the bottom of it. I doubt any adult would ever notice it, but me and my sister were 5 and 3 years old, so our height allowed us to discover things that were just closer to the ground. One day we noticed one cat moved into the hole with her two kittens.

This discovery was really big for us because we were truly city kids who just basically stayed in the city and we weren’t allowed pets. My mom noticed how excited we were and she told us even though we couldn’t take them home, we should feed them or they might not survive. From that day on, my mom would let us bring some milk on our way to the kindergarten every day for the kittens.

This story does’nt have a dramatic ending. I was too young to remember how long it last and one day, those cats just disappear and we never saw them again. What’s interesting is that to this day, my parents still sometimes feed random animals on the streets. They’d take stray dogs to the vet for viccination and feed them really good food , just like so many years ago my mom would say we should feed the kittens.

I completely forgot about this kitten story until I saw this cat on the road close to Iron Horse Vineyards in Sonoma County. He was so comfortable with me and let me took many pictures of him. For a very long time I didn't think I would be a cat person but maybe I should be. After all I do have a nice little story with them.

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