Poor Cat

I hate most people, but I've got a soft spot for animals. No, I eat them, I love eating them, but if a cat shows up at my door I'll probably give it some food. I never bring them in the house though.

So it's late, and I've decided to step out and have a smoke before I go to bed, when I notice this cat sleeping on my porch. I go up and pet it until I notice a crust around it's eyes and nose... probably a good idea to stop petting it.

Expecting it to run away, I walk away slowly, but it follows me, meowing in the -saddest- way I've ever heard a cat meow. I quickly open the door and go inside, shutting it behind me in fear of catching whatever disease it had... hey we've all seen movies.

Rather than being heartless though, I bring out a dish of water and set it down at the far end of the porch (insuring it won't come near me). It coughs and sniffles for a moment before going up to the dish and getting a hearty drink, stopping every once in a while to take a few labored breaths. I go back inside and start ripping up pieces of lunch meat to put on a plate before looking up cat diseases online. Okay, so this cat can't give me anything (at least that I know of) so I probably shouldn't be too afraid. The cat's outside right now as I write this.

I keep checking on the animal and it's -still- eating. It's finished the meat plate already and all of the water. I'm now going to refill the water dish and get it more food, geez this cat can eat.

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Two more dishes and one more bowl of water later the cat's stopped eating. It's white with a gray stripe running down the top of his head, very small... almost too skinny. I wish I could bring it inside, but there's no way my dad or uncle would let that happen (they'd probably laugh at me). I think I'll just leave it to sleep outside. Who knows what will happen later.

I need to find something to do, I'm sick of sitting inside all day playing video games and watching TV. I'm so sick of applying for jobs, no one seems to be hiring. If I get a job, everything will fall into place. I can get my GED, I can get my car running, I can -move- to somewhere other than Benton City (I hate this town), maybe even get to Seattle. I miss the city, there's no one interesting here in this hick town.

I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Michigan.