7 May 2012
I was sat on my front lawn one summers day, minding my own business whilst licking my ice lolly. Daydreaming was my favourite pastime. Then it jumped out at me. A great big ball of black and amber fluff. It made my eyes swell up in surprise, then I noticed it wasn't a ball of fluff at all. It was a gorgeous kitten. I stared meaningfully into its emerald green eyes and stroked it's soft fur. I had never seen this cat in the neighbourhood before. Heading back inside to fetch something to eat, the kitten meowed softly, as if to say, "take me with you!"
I picked it up slowly and closed the front door carefully behind me. Chopping up some tinned salmon and putting it in a bowl, I talked to the poor thing soothingly and placed the bowl on the floor along with a saucer of milk. The kitten gobbled this all up in an instant. I decided to call him pickle. The next day I would go round the town trying to find his owners, even though I could not bear to let pickle go.
Little Lost Cat • Opuss № I