I couldn’t stop thinking about the kitten when I was in Tokyo. I knew that my friends were very trustworthy and would treat it at least as well as I would. Probably better. But I had this weird superstition that something bad would happen to it if I weren’t there to watch it myself.

When I got back to Maebashi, I took a nap and got on the computer. No one had responded to any of the emails or postings I had made looking for someone to take the kitten.

I couldn’t wait to see the kitten any longer. I wanted the kitten and I wanted to show it off. I sent my friend, R, a message and drove off to my catsitting friends’ apartment.

And now, a little about R. R is from Texas and once worked as a janitor in a professional wrestling arena. Until recently he had a big Confederate general squared mustache and beard. He likes motorcycles, owns a PT Cruiser with neon blue underlighting, and has a concealed handgun license in his wallet. Somehow he also has a computer science degree, plays World of Warcraft, and is perfectly tickled by my theatrical, melodramatic antics. R and I trade LOLcat macros and videos of kittens on YouTube. Seeing as he shared my dark obsession with small furry things, I decided to invite him up to show off my fuzzball. (more…)