I put the forms down and kneeled in front of the carrier and peered inside. It was blackish. But it didn’t move. I bravely and possibly foolishly put my forefinger in one of the narrow openings as a sign of friendliness. I was also hoping that whatever animal was in there was not rabid.
One little lick. The tongue was small and rough so I guessed it might be a cat. It was not a lizard. I was pretty sure it was not a lizard.
I got up from kneeling, picked up my papers and sat back down on the bench. I had to finish the application but now my reporter instincts were starting to kick in. Who? What? Where? When?
I put my application down on the other side of me and looked around the carrier for a lock or a catch. There was one in the front but I didn’t want to completely open the carrier.
Visions of children screaming and parents swearing floated briefly before me as I envisioned an “unknown” animal running wildly around the room. No. That would not be good.
But there was a zipper on the top and I unzipped it just a tiny bit.
Quick as a wink a small, black cat’s head poked out and meowed.
It looked right at me and smiled. I swear to God. Honest. It looked just like a smile. And I smiled back and patted the head with my finger. This was just a teeny kitten!
“Are you dying?” I whispered to the kitten.
“You better not be because I am not up to dying animals right now.”
I looked intently at the two yellow eyes. They looked right back at me.
“What do you think?”
“I think you look pretty good!” I said in a cheerful voice.
I had absolutely no idea at all.