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How Georgie Found Me
One tabby cat’s rags-to-riches tale!
Once upon a time…
It was just another July day when I went down to my uncle’s car to see if he had a pack of cigarettes in his glove compartment (for him, not me). The busy main street just by our condominium complex was clogged with after-work traffic, which had gotten back to normal even only a few months after the pandemic had begun to rage in the United States.
After I checked — and failed — to find that extra pack of cigarettes, I closed and locked the car — only to hear a series of loud meows that seemed to bounce off the building. I looked up towards the balconies overlooking the front parking lot and frowned. Had someone left their cat outside on their balcony? The echoing meows continued, but still there was no trapped cat I could see. Shaking my head, I walked back towards the front door of the building.
A chance glance at a bush near the door had me do a double-take: crouched underneath the leaves was the discernible shape of a kitten, barely the size of my hands put together.
I almost couldn’t believe the loud meows had come from such a tiny thing. I bent down, reaching out my hand for the kitten to sniff, but even the distance between us made the kitten back up and flash its teeth at me.
