How Runner Rescues The Little White Kitten
Gloomy, gloomy day. Runner lay in her hammock up by the
window. Rain drizzled down. It wasn't really cold, just nasty.
Florida thunder storms could be exciting, but this one was just a
miserable day and it had been that way all morning. Runner
stretched. Wiggled her whiskers, twitched her nose. Stared out
the window. Sigh..........nothing to watch out there. Guess I'll
just give a nap a try. Maybe dream about something exciting,
like....., well like........ummmmmmm.
Runner came out of her doze with a half-startled gasp. For a second she thought she had glimpsed something move out there. Naw, can't be. Even the birds are tucked in tight on a day like today. Even the squirrels won't show their faces. Back to dozing.......Yes! I did see something move, she thought. What could be out in this mess? Runner forgot all about dreaming and stared out the window.
She did see something move. There, under the tree. Small, can't quite make it out.....white, so its not a squirrel or bird........it moved again......a pup?........a kitten? Oh, dear, I'd better go and see.
Runner jumped off her hammock and headed for her cat door. It was closed. She sniffed around it, felt for a breeze. Nope, closed up tight. Oh well, got to go bother the human. It's not gonna like this. Meeoooouuuutttt, she cried. Human paid her no never mind. Meeeeoooouuuuuut! Meooouuuutttttt Noooooowwwwwwww!. Back and forth over the shoes she paced. Not now Runner, it said. Runner kept up the racket. Finally the human came out from behind the machine, a perplexed look on it's face. Runner raced to the cat door, turned around, waited. Human said no, silly. Runner ran back to the human and began the routine over again. The human started yabbering about the weather and what on earth did Runner want to go out for. Runner kept up the racket and out-talked the human. It finally opened the door and Runner darted through it and into the rain.
She raced towards the tree and looked for the little white thing. She skidded to a halt just short of running the little thing over. It was huddled in the grass, fur plastered to it's skin, shivering. It was a tiny kitten. At first Runner didn't know what to do. She walked around it, smelled it, put out one paw and lightly touched it. It didn't move, except to shiver more, and brought up it's head and looked at Runner. A white kitten with blue eyes. Scared blue eyes. Very scared blue eyes.
What's wrong with it, Runner thought? Where's it's family? Why didn't it run away? Didn't it hear me running up? Runner nudged the kitten. It didn't move. Just watched Runner with those oh so very scared eyes. By this time Runner was getting plastered with rain too. Even under the tree the rain soaked through. Runner nudged it again. This time the little one stood up. Still shivering. Runner could see that, except for being wet, cold and uncomfortable, the little one looked ok. Runner nudged it again. It took a few steps, hard to do when you're shivering that bad. Runner kept talking to the little one. It didn't answer. Sheesh, thought Runner, what's with this little guy? Or girl, 'cause that's what she was.
Runner kept nudging the kitten towards the cat door. One nudge at a time. With each push she would move a few steps. Covering the distance from the tree to the door took all of five minutes. Runner knew something was wrong with it and even if nothing were wrong, it shouldn't be out here is this mess. So, she kept pushing. They came to the door, but the little girl wouldn't go through. Runner ran inside and went to get her human.
After setting up a racket that could be heard next door, Runner finally got the human to come to the cat door. It looked outside, saw the little one and ran to get a towel. It opened up the door, scooped up the kitten and wrapped it up warm. Runner wanted to see the little one, wanted to find out what was wrong with it, but her human wouldn't let her near it. Instead, still holding the little girl, went to the telephone. After spending some time there, it got the car keys. Oh boy, thought Runner, we're going for a ride! But instead of putting Runner into the carrier, the human put the little girl in. Runner slumped, dejected. The human kissed her on top of her head (the kiss that Runner loved best) and told Runner to be good and mind the house. Then it left with the kitty.
Fine thing. I get wet, find a playmate, bring it home and IT gets all the attention. IT gets to go for a ride, in MY carrier at that. Sadly, Runner jumped back into her hammock. Stared out the window, watched the rain come down and pouted.
Minutes later, she heard her human come home. Runner jumped down and ran to the door. Chirruping over and over she asked what had happened? The human picked her up, hugged her and told her that later she would find out. Just wait until the rain stops, ok? Runner kept asking, the human kept saying wait, and finally the front doorbell rang. Runner jumped up and ran to the door. She could see that the rain had stopped! Her human opened the door and five people stood there.
A little human with long fur was holding the little white kitty. It's big blue eyes now looked happy, not scared. The little human had tears in it's eyes as she looked at Runner. Thank you Runner, it said. Thank you. The other four humans were all saying the same thing - and all at once - to her! Her? They were thanking her! All these humans were talking to HER! She was getting the attention? Runner's human picked her up and held her close. (Kissing her on top of her head, of course) The other humans had brought stuff. They left the bags and again told Runner thank you.
As Runner's human closed the door, Runner started to purr. The human put Runner down and opened up the bags. It put a pile of goodies in front of Runner. Toys, catnip, treats! Wow! And then the human did it's best to make Runner understand that Runner was a hero. Runner had found the little, lost, deaf kitten. It had wandered outside through an opened door that someone forgot and had gotten lost. It couldn't hear it's humans calling it. It couldn't hear the little human cry.
But Runner had seen it and Runner had brought it safely inside. Runner was a hero.
And that's how Runner rescues the little, white kitten.
This story is reprinted here with permission of the author, Karel Bergstrom. Please visit Karel's Restless Legs Syndrome support site, Nightwalkers to read more of her stories and for the story behind the stories.