A Kitten Named Mr. Christy
I was startled out of my work at the computer by a knock at my door. It was my sister, carrying a small tarten luggage case. “I’ve brought you a present,” she said, holding out the case as she came through the door.
I was about to tell her that I had enough luggage when a little gray kitten paw poked through the side of the case. “You’re going to love him,” she smiled, and zipped open the case.
Deep gray eyes caught and held mine from inside the case and two little paws reached over the edge towards me. He never took his eyes off me and his tiny mews caught my heartstrings.
It was a tiny little tabby gray kitten, with tiger stripes on his back and leopard spots on his belly. We put him on the couch, where he tottered about unsteadily, anxiously mewing.
“He’s about 4 weeks old, the kids found him caught in a tree at the park and brought him home,” she told me, reaching over and scratching him behind his ears, “his mom was probably killed by a coyote. He was up a tree, and his brother and sister cowering at the foot of it.”
“Will you take him? He has nowhere to go and I can’t keep him with the dog in our household.”
And so Mr. Christy moved in with me today.
That’s what I decided to name him. I had just finished watching Robin Williams as Christy in the movie “What Dreams May Come” and love the character he plays in the movie.
Meow!