SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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This afternoon I took the bike out for a ride. It was nasty looking but I was Jonesing.
We geared, climbed in the saddle and took off for a short ride.
Through a spitting rain we rode sweltering in our gear. The road called so we didn't stop.
After some tenty miles we turned around and headed home. We could see the rain ahead of us and just hunkered down. We knew we were going to get wet by the end of the ride. What the hell, it's all part of the experience.
The sky opened up and it poured. It was all I could do to see the road ahead of me as I guided the bike towards home. I dodged the puddles I could see but that was rare. Mainly it was ride through the water and hang on.
About a mile from home I see a blur cross in front of me. Barely seen it takes me a minute to figure out what I had just watched. A kid on the side of the road under an umbrella and a small kitten bolting across the road.
I don't bother telling my wife what was going on, she would have agreed with me if she had been able to hear me over the rain and thunder. I crank the bike into a U-Turn and head back.
When I see the kid on the side of the road I pull over and drop the stand. Climbing off the bike I'm already soaked. I look around and see a small stand of brush. I slog over and in the middle of this I see a small pile of wood, a broken crate of some kind. KNowing animals as I do I look inside and find it empty. Looking around a bit more I can see a pipe leading under the road. The entrance is sitting in mud and water is flowing past. Waalking over I look inside and see a furry little face looking out at me.
The kitten is hiding just out of reach in the pipe. When I look up I see the kid has been joined by his Mamma. They're standing by the side of the road enduring the downpour. I can't hear them but I somehow know they are calling for the kitten. At first I kneel down but that doesn't help. I just can't reach in far enough. I lay down in the mud and water. Now I can just make the reach.
Carefully I ease my hand into the pipe as the side of my helmet fills with water. It's cold and wet but I'm focused. A little one needs my help. I shift a bit and when I'm in position I strike. My hand darts forward and I grab the little one by the scruff of the neck. I haul this squalling and fighting little bit of fluff out of the pipe and tuck it into my jacket.
I can feel it's claws and teeth as it inflicts the little indignities it can on me as I stand then cross the street. Looking at the kid I know he won't be able to hold onto the kitten so I yell to bring me to their place.
When I step inside I open my jacket and release the kitten. It releases it's death grip on my chest and bolts to the counter where it stops and starts cleaning itself. The little one pushes back her hood and with a smile grabs the kitten and starts nuzzling it as she looks at me.
Momma looks at me standing in her doorway. I'm soaked and my hair is dripping from under my mud spattered helmet. I'm leaving a puddle as the water slowly drains from my jeans and leather. I grin at her and turn to leave. Looking back over my shoulder at her daughter holding a now very contented kitten I tell her to watch the kitten and treat her right.
Back out at the bike I climb back into the saddle and fire it up.
By the time we get home we are soaked to the skin and more than slightly chilled. My helmet is coated with mud and other filth as are my jeans and my vest. On the other hand I'm smiling.
Walking inside I'm greeted by Squeek laying on the door mat. As I change I'm greeted by the other cats. When I pour myself a cup of coffee and grab a seat in the recliner Magi hops up in my lap, curls up and starts purring.
There's a reason why I'm called Cat.
Cat
We geared, climbed in the saddle and took off for a short ride.
Through a spitting rain we rode sweltering in our gear. The road called so we didn't stop.
After some tenty miles we turned around and headed home. We could see the rain ahead of us and just hunkered down. We knew we were going to get wet by the end of the ride. What the hell, it's all part of the experience.
The sky opened up and it poured. It was all I could do to see the road ahead of me as I guided the bike towards home. I dodged the puddles I could see but that was rare. Mainly it was ride through the water and hang on.
About a mile from home I see a blur cross in front of me. Barely seen it takes me a minute to figure out what I had just watched. A kid on the side of the road under an umbrella and a small kitten bolting across the road.
I don't bother telling my wife what was going on, she would have agreed with me if she had been able to hear me over the rain and thunder. I crank the bike into a U-Turn and head back.
When I see the kid on the side of the road I pull over and drop the stand. Climbing off the bike I'm already soaked. I look around and see a small stand of brush. I slog over and in the middle of this I see a small pile of wood, a broken crate of some kind. KNowing animals as I do I look inside and find it empty. Looking around a bit more I can see a pipe leading under the road. The entrance is sitting in mud and water is flowing past. Waalking over I look inside and see a furry little face looking out at me.
The kitten is hiding just out of reach in the pipe. When I look up I see the kid has been joined by his Mamma. They're standing by the side of the road enduring the downpour. I can't hear them but I somehow know they are calling for the kitten. At first I kneel down but that doesn't help. I just can't reach in far enough. I lay down in the mud and water. Now I can just make the reach.
Carefully I ease my hand into the pipe as the side of my helmet fills with water. It's cold and wet but I'm focused. A little one needs my help. I shift a bit and when I'm in position I strike. My hand darts forward and I grab the little one by the scruff of the neck. I haul this squalling and fighting little bit of fluff out of the pipe and tuck it into my jacket.
I can feel it's claws and teeth as it inflicts the little indignities it can on me as I stand then cross the street. Looking at the kid I know he won't be able to hold onto the kitten so I yell to bring me to their place.
When I step inside I open my jacket and release the kitten. It releases it's death grip on my chest and bolts to the counter where it stops and starts cleaning itself. The little one pushes back her hood and with a smile grabs the kitten and starts nuzzling it as she looks at me.
Momma looks at me standing in her doorway. I'm soaked and my hair is dripping from under my mud spattered helmet. I'm leaving a puddle as the water slowly drains from my jeans and leather. I grin at her and turn to leave. Looking back over my shoulder at her daughter holding a now very contented kitten I tell her to watch the kitten and treat her right.
Back out at the bike I climb back into the saddle and fire it up.
By the time we get home we are soaked to the skin and more than slightly chilled. My helmet is coated with mud and other filth as are my jeans and my vest. On the other hand I'm smiling.
Walking inside I'm greeted by Squeek laying on the door mat. As I change I'm greeted by the other cats. When I pour myself a cup of coffee and grab a seat in the recliner Magi hops up in my lap, curls up and starts purring.
There's a reason why I'm called Cat.
Cat
