We heard pleading meows off and on all morning. Went outside and looked on the roof, in the trees, in the laundry room, under the car, in the car. Nothing. So we went back inside.
A few meows later, I saw my son out in the carport, staring at the hood of my car.
“You think it’s under the hood?” I asked.
I popped it open from inside the car and he lifted it.
“There it is!” he cried.
I hurried to look, and there were two big eyes and two big ears peering up at us. It was trapped in a jungle of wires, down in the bowels of the automotive guts, just out of reach.
I ran into the house and came back with some cat food, placed it under the car, then looked back under the hood. It was still stuck in the cables, oblivious to the small open space it had probably entered through. Finally, it seemed to realize how to extricate itself from this dilemma it was in, and squirmed towards the opening.
I’ve had cats before. Had my fair share of litter boxes and vet bills, the heartbreak of euthanasia. But for years now, my philosophy has been that I’m not going to get myself another pet. If one comes to me unbidden, then maybe…
Maybe this little cat was my Maybe.
But when we got down on our hands and knees to look underneath the car, expecting to see and touch this adorable little kitten, it was nowhere to be found. It had disappeared into thin air!
I looked around the yard and walked up and down the street a ways, but no kitten.
Hopefully, it found its way home, but I’ll leave the outside laundry room door ajar and put some food and an old towel in there. Just in case. It’s going to be cold tonight.