This little guy came screaming across the parking lot this morning, begging The Little Admin Lady to please, please, PLEASE let him in the warm and friendly-looking place she was attempting to unlock for the day. The place I work is warm and friendly, but it’s no place for a cat, much as The Little Admin Lady (not to mention the rest of us that fell in love with the skin-and-bones thing that she sneaked into her office) would have liked to have let him stay.
We thought it would be really cool to have a “Work Cat”. He could have wandered around and visited us in all our little offices in turn, chatting us up, collecting treats and being spoiled in the manner that every proper cat deems to be its right. It’s a Cat, after all. We had to admit, though, that our really cool idea wouldn’t fly. It wouldn’t, in all likelihood, be very safe for The Cat.
My J.O.B. is a “secure facility” kind of place. I have a key to the one entrance that I’m “officially authorized” to enter, and another key to my office. Many other doors, to many other areas are locked (most of the time). Some are unlocked, but alarmed (some of the time). I dare not attempt to sneak from one area of the building to another by any means other than the one route I know I’m “officially authorized” to take, for fear that a door that is usually silent when opened might shriek “Intruder! Intruder!” the one time I get the guts up to open it. It could happen – has happened. Thankfully, not to me, cuz I don’t know for certain what happened to those people that have set the alarms off. I only know that every once in awhile, after an alarm has gone off, I slowly begin to realize that I no longer see a face that I’ve grown accustomed to passing in the hall. Hmmmm.
Anyway, back to The Cat. We discussed it, and decided that if he got himself closed off on the wrong side of certain doors, we may never see him again. He was a friendly little bugger, too. Didn’t matter which one of us was holding him (and we didn’t dare set him on the floor, because the one time The Little Admin Lady put him down, he went foraging in a trash can and dragged yesterday’s lunch leftovers out before she had the chance to stop him), he would snuggle and purr and tell us he would love us forever and ever and ever, and maybe I’m a “Real” Girl, after all, cuz I almost agreed to take him home with me. On account of how much I truly enjoy both the morning and evening scooping rituals involved with supporting the two cats that own me now.
Luckily, The Countess of Cool is most definitely a “Real” Girl, because she started to cry over him and what his Fate would be before I had the chance to cave and smuggle him into my packsack.
And so, we “Real” Girls discussed what Fate that might be. The best Fate, of course, would be to find a home for him among the warm and friendly people that we work with. We went over the staff list, and took The Cat to be introduced to those that we thought might fall in love with him, one by one. Most did fall in love with him, too. Hard not to, really, when The Cat made a very realistic show of falling in love with every person that looked at him.
And everybody wanted to take him home.
But no one would actually agree to take him home.
And so Fate #2 came into play. Sigh…* And Pout…* And Damn, even. It fell to The Countess of Cool to deliver The Cat to the local Humane Society. And it fell to me, to accompany the Countess (“Someone has to hold The Cat.”). Damn.
And The Cat loved the car ride.
We comforted ourselves all day with the idea that he’s almost still a Kitten, and he’s so friendly, dammit, that somebody will want him, and take him home, and love him and be loved back. We refused to discuss any other fate that might befall him. No other fate will befall him.
Random Song for the Day: “Get the Cool Shoe Shine” – Gorillaz