Gray Fur

So for this week for once I have something to write about. For the last couple of blogs that I have written about I think I have either written about something that resonates with me or something like a show or book that I have been really interested in. But today I want to talk about wish. Now you, like most, might be asking, “who is wish?” I was walking to go out to dinner with a group last night and that is when we saw her. She was walking across the street, small, clean, unaware of any cars that might drive past. But it was only when I signaled her to come over to me and she ran up to me and climbed into my arms did I know that she was different. For years I had never felt compassion for animals like I did for wish, however it wasn’t me who first really got attached to her,my girlfriend danni, walking beside me, took the kitten from me and played with her as we walked, holding her in her arms. Eventually I knew that I had to be the voice of reason, telling her that we needed to go. So we put her down and continued walking, my girlfriend stopping on multiple occasions to cradle the kitten that was walking at our feet. Finally we said our goodbyes and went into the restaurant, but as we got our food my girlfriend’s growing worry the kitten got the better of her. And as her and I left our friends at the table to go check on a kitten that I knew wasn’t going to be there. But as we opened the door we saw her, sitting there, chewing on rocks and dead beatles that she saw on the ground. But since we weren’t allowed to be out past nine we told our friends to go ahead while Danni and I scraped together the food we had and left it for her. As we crossed the train tracks past Georgia blues she grabbed my hand, “she’s not going to be safe here, can we please take her back?” All hesitation that I once had suddenly washed away and without thinking I crossed back over the street and scooped wish into my arms. The walk back was peaceful, looking up at the stars as wish began to fall asleep. And finally as we arrived back we played with a now rested kitten. A little ball of energy attempting to take in her new surroundings. It had been a long time since I had felt something like that before, the type of compassion that I felt for that cat. And after some convincing we managed to get a staff member to get in contact with a friend who she knew took care of cats before sending them to the shelter. So with a heavy heart about an hour later we handed off wish, knowing that not only us, but her had to keep going on. But walking back to my dorm I wasn’t sad she was gone, I wasn’t exactly happy but something inside of me felt different. Time was passing and in that moment I felt like that small cat, the feeling that something new inside of me was starting the same way her entire life was about to.

Author: Cooper Brumfield

hi, im cooper (he/him) i enjoy classical art, writing poetry, and cooking. My favorite authors are hanya yanigahara, dorian gray, and mary shelly. and my main goal is to one day be someone elses favorite author. i hope that through this blog others are able to peer into my inner mindset and understand me through my work. View all posts by Cooper Brumfield