An insane chain of circumstances.
— Never Had A Lot To Lose (Cheap Trick)
I left my apartment around 6pm. Miso came bounding out from the field. He followed me down the street as he usually does. He was confused that I was walking away from him and my building and just sat in the middle of the street. He was probably hungry. I returned to Miso, picked him up and headed back to my apartment to feed him. Just then his supposed human family chased after him. They collected him from my stairwell. Poor kitty. He was hungry. I only wanted to feed him.
“I’ve had this cat since he was a kitten. He’s two years old now. But the dog and the kids freak him out. He’s been microchipped, had his shots, and he’s been fixed. He’s totally fine coming to visit you. I’m sure he appreciates the peace and quiet at your place. I just wanted you to know he’s not a homeless cat.” His owners said, some lady, no wedding ring and her 5,000 illegitimate kids. She’s the third person to lay claim to Miso.
And
No
He hasn’t been fixed.
Furthermore
This is what Miso looked like when I started feeding him last January. He was cold, filthy, and starved. And you’re saying he was your cat back then?
The following evening around 6pm Miso strutted out from the field (aka) the empty lot across the street. I opened my security gate and he was all love and cuddles. He was hungry. I gave him some wet food, a scoop of hard food, some water, changed his water dish that’s left for him outside, and when he was done eating, done cuddling, he went back out. Poor thing was just hungry. His supposed owners, all of them, never feed him. No one cares about Miso until someone else is loving him.
As Miso went back outside some mom and her 12’ish year old daughter got into a verbal fight with kids up the street from me. I’ve seen this woman and her daughter before. The mom is a wealth of embarrassments. 40-something. 200 pounds. Wears leopard print yoga pants. No yoga. Just 200 pounds of pants. Walks with a seat-walker and fanny pack. Where she found a fanny pack big enough to go around her gut, who knows? Maybe she ordered it special online. The kids were throwing shade at each other so mom pulled out a taser and chased the kids with it, because that’s what reasonable moms do apparently. Mom was running, zapping, and screaming. Her fanny pack was bouncing along with the scrunchie in her hair. I didn’t see the mom or her daughter again after that. — Before the fight, before the taser, mom was being friendly calling Miso the neighborhood Oreo cat. Mom was friendly and cheerful as she told me the story of Miso trying to hunt birds. He’s so bad at it. — 20 minutes later after mom zapped and ran down the street after the kids, police cars swarmed the street in the direction where mom ran. There might be a chance I won’t see her again for a while. It’s almost 8pm. The sun has gone down. The police lights flashing in the dark remind me of blinking Christmas lights.
This morning when I went outside to see if there was a hungry stray cat, I saw someone had tossed out Miso’s water from his water bowl. How cruel. Humans are so repulsive.
“We must be better than the beasts.”
—Agatha Christie
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