So I was walking in my neighborhood one night when i saw the cutest stray cat. She looked up at me fearlessly and my heart yearned to pet her but I really couldn't because she was a stray. After I said hi to her, I kept it moving, and something told me to look back. When I did, I saw a guy passing by her, she gave him the same fearless gaze and so he kicked her. I was so pissed and i felt so bad so I made my way to a 24 hr grocery store and bought her a can of 9 Lives cat food. As I am making my way back to her, I could see her from a distance sitting in the same spot. This time a different guy was passing by and he noticed her fearless gaze and reached his hand down to smack her out of his path. I wanted to kill this man. She ran under a car still peeking her head out. When I reached her again she no longer was fearless. She was scared and timid, hiding in the shadow underneath a parked car. I just wanted to wrap her up and take her home. I whistled at her but she wouldn't come out. So finally I opened the can of food and placed it in the middle of the sidewalk and took a few steps back. She came out slowly and began to eat.
Notice her purple flea collar...
I walked up to her and grabbed the can of food out of the middle of the pathway and placed it on a step against the wall of a building so she could be left alone, hopefully.
I waved goodbye. I saw her again since then and she came out of her little corner she was hiding in and she stretched one paw out in front of me. In my heart this was her way of waving hello. I was happy to see that she was okay.
There is another fearless stray cat in my neighborhood that i absolutely love. My sister nicknamed her Meeshie. She loves us back and even tries to follow us inside our front door. I feel so bad leaving her outside. There are so many strays in my neighborhood that adopting one wouldn't change anything.
Meeshie after climbing up our front gate.
Those two guys are going to get what they deserve. End of Story.
