So I was driving home from my less-than-satisfactory Japanese class when a squirrel flung itself in front of my car. I hit my breaks, and the squirrel hurried along, splatting on the fence outside the auto and technical school side of campus.
Without thinking, I flipped on my emergency lights—no one was behind me; it was late—then I hurried, the way a slow-motion part of your life almost demands you hurry, to the fence to see if the little fella was okay.
It was a kitten.
Not a squirrel—a meowing kitten.
I swooped the kitten up, he hissed at me, I hurried into my car, and we drove home.
I was halfway to my apartment before I realized I had a kitten in my lap.
Did I mention it was pouring rain?—this shivering little kitten felt more like a sponge than a mammal. The story has a happy ending, though. I brought him to the vet, cleaned him up, and taught him how to live with sass. Now his name is Davy Jones.
We don’t call DJ “Davy Jones” anymore, though; I only hear the echo of his original name when Philosopher Jones licks his head, and I remember, Oh yeah; I named him that because Philo adopted him. Because he was sopped with rain.
Instead, we call him DeeJAY.
🔉 DeeJAY is trying to cover Chase’s #SNES edition #3DS with #bubblewrap and tape, during the break Dad took from playing #FinalFantasyIV, Mom’s favorite video game 💚 If you also like #FFIV, I’m writing a fanfiction about #Rydia in #Wattpad right now, username Kourtnienet (or you can find a link in my profile)
When DeeJAY was still a kitten, he hid so well in my office, I was convinced he wriggled his way outside; so Chase and I spent all night wandering around the apartment complex. I slept with the living room door open, and my other cats locked in the bedroom and office, waiting for him to come in.
#wtf my #tabbycat has been under my computer chair for hours, and I didn’t know 😨 I was resting my feet on what I thought was a pillow under the blanket I’d cocooned myself in, until I wiggled my toes, and the pillow attacked my feet 😱 for HOURS he let me write with my feet on him 😶 #lovethisguy #catstagram #catscatscats #catsofinstagram #catsofinsta
He didn’t reveal himself until Chase did about two hundred squats (over an all-nighter, if two hundred squats isn’t painful enough on its own); until I wept every spare fluid out of my body; until we were convinced we lost a kitten, and I dragged my defeated body to my computer to make the MISSING CAT posters.
Watch his pupils change every time I show him my sock-covered hand 😂 trying to teach him it’s okay to bite hands when they’re covered in fabric, but if he bites flesh, then he gets 🙅♀️ “noooooo” 💁♀️ oh who am I kidding, I can’t say “no” to DeeJAY 🤷♀️ #catstagram #catscatscats #catsofinstagram #catsofinsta #tabbycat #tabbycatsofinstagram #playtime
Then DeeJAY wandered out from wherever bullshit place he’d hidden and curled into my lap. And this describes what it’s like to live with him in a nutshell.