A step in your direction (S1 Ep.3-3)

Joan was as intrigued as I am about the strange appearance of the mask that I used yesterday in the fashion show. It was indeed very strange! Joan swore not to have taken it, neither Dianne nor Monic nor Sofie claimed it. - "So where did it come from?!" - With this idea in mind, I followed home and suddenly my thoughts on the matter faded when I heard what seemed like a meow.

It was weak and very thin, but I was pretty sure it was a meow. I peeked in the bushes and there it was, a kitten, very tiny, all black. -"Maybe he is lost, or maybe he was abandoned…"

He was too scared, just skin and bones, completely mistreated. My heart tight to see him there so helpless. I looked for others, if he was abandoned probably he would not be alone, it was likely to have their little brothers around, if it was a street kitten, his mom could be over there in the neighbourhood. I looked between the bushes around, without ever losing sight of him, however, nothing! He was alone.

I tried to get closer, but he didn't let me and went to another bush. My house wasn't far away I could get milk to attract him?! I didn't do it with fear that something would happen to him in the meantime. This sense of protection overpowered me and it was growing every moment more that I remained attentive. I wasn't going to leave him alone, that was for sure, but I didn't know very well what to do, so I stopped for a while, along the side of the road, watching him...

Following my instinct, I sat motionless near the shrub that kitty hid and I waited. After a while sitting there, completely still, I felt he was approaching. In an attitude of suspicion, like he's ready to run, started sniffing me. He walked a bit around and finally ended up giving in to his curiosity and jump to my lap.

Slowly I raised my hand to caress his fur, give him cherish in an attempt to make him a little more comfortable. And he didn't run away, on the opposite, he snuggled.

I was sitting there with this kitten so delicate and helpless in my lap, waiting for someone to appear searching for him. Minute by minute passed and nothing, but time flew and the hour to meet with Joan approached. No one showed up and I asked myself if someone would. I was not able to leave him. So I decided to take him home with me.

When I got up he remained held to my chest, as if he didn't want to let me leave. Strange as it may sound, I felt a very strong connection with this being not only the sense of protection that overwhelmed me out, as also if he was there waiting for me!