I'd spent years wondering, "Should I get a cat?"
Then a customer came into the liquor store that I managed.
"Do you have any boxes?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered, "but not a lot. I don't think that we can spare too many."
"All I need is one! My cat's pregnant, and she needs a place to have her kittens."
Immediately I gave him the biggest box we had. As we walked to the front of the store, he enthused about his cat. And I thought
"Should I ask?
Should I ask him for a kitten?"
But I didn't ask.
I spent the rest of the day fretting. Now I KNOW that I want a cat. But what do I do? Read the want ads? Go to shelters? I wish that I had someone I could trust...
I was sitting in the chair by the phone, thinking about cats.
Coworker Chris sighed "Okay," into the phone, then hung up. He turned to me and sarcastically asked
"So, Bill, do you want a free kitten?"
My heart jumped.
"Is she a female?" I asked.
Chris was startled by the sudden answer. He thought for a second, and said "Yeah, I think the white one's a girl."
"I'll take her!"
I spent the next week buying cat stuff and kittenproofing the house. There was only one way to get my new friend--who I'd named after the 60s cult movie "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!"--She'd have to be transported from Chris' house by his brother Jason, who also worked in our store. And stay in the noisy, busy store on its noisiest, busiest time, Saturday night.
Kill Kill went straight from the cat carrier to under the cigarette rack.
A surprisingly small amount of customers commented on this tiny, adorable kitten. That irked me. I mean, she's so CUTE!
Finally, after her long car trip and all the excitement, she konked out and slept during the loudest part of the night.
It was now near closing time. I went over to the Lotto machine to deactivate the scratch tickets. "Looks like you have a little helper, Bill!" said Chris.
I looked down. Standing with her front paws on my Converses was Kill Kill. She had this "So...What do we do now?" look in her beautiful eyes.
"They say that cats choose their owners, Bill," said Chris. "And I think you've been chosen."
She purred herself to sleep in my lap twice that night.
And I'd found my best friend.
"Now begins the Kill Kill Era" from my old webpage.