by Richard Angelico
There she was suddenly in front of me, a tiny, black furry cat on wobbly legs crossing North Claiborne avenue near the cemeteries. She had just been bowled over by the backdraft of a passing car and was up on her little legs again, shaking her head, straddling a white line. My God, I thought she is going to be horribly injured or killed!
Glancing in my rear view mirror, cars were far enough behind for me to stop, block the street jump out and grab her. By that time, horns were honking and people yelling but a little old lady with white hair, barely visible above her steering wheel waived, smiled and blew me a kiss hollering out,” God bless you.” I waived back and jumped in my truck kitten in hand and was off.
So, there she was mewing away in my passenger seat and I looked down and said, “ How you doing Claiborne ? ”
I was on a errand from work and quickly ran home with my new little friend and put her in a kennel by herself, away from the other pets, until we could visit the Vet later in the day. Claiborne had a few minor problems but nothing that time and medicine wouldn’t cure.
My wife, Diane was holding her in her lap downstairs later that night when a very curious little foster-dog we have, a Chihuahua named Joanie, became very, very interested in Claiborne and very attentive. A few moments later, Joanie had moved Claiborne from Diane’s lap and was snuggling with her, cleaning her ears and coat and a lot of other Mama Dog things including a very protective