So, this is Sophie.

She was living under the cooler out back at my job. I don’t know how long she had been there, but apparently she was there for a few days at least. I didn’t know until the other day, when I overheard some of my coworkers talking about a kitten.

That caught my attention. I have a soft spot for animals, especially baby animals. I went out back to see if I could catch a glimpse of her. I didn’t see her. Sarah, one of my coworkers, eventually called her out from under the cooler, but she wouldn’t come anywhere near anyone.

I got some sliced turkey out from the cooler, and I called for her to come to me, but she wouldn’t do it. So, I used my secret talent… I meowed to her. I’m really good at meowing like a cat. When people hear me, they think that I’m a cat. When cats hear me, they think I’m a cat. So, little Sophie tentatively approached me. I started by tearing off pieces of turkey and setting them a little bit away from me. Then, I gave them to her from my hand. Finally, I convinced her to come right up to me to eat. I picked her up by the scruff of her neck, and put her on my lap. I let her eat the turkey on my lap, while I petted her.

It worked. After she ate all of the turkey, I continued to pet her. Whenever she would try to run away, I would meow to her, and she would come back to me. She was still scared of my coworkers, though. She was even scared of me when I would stand up. But, she still wearily trusted me.

I worried about her for the entire day. I know that my boss killed a possum that had taken up residence behind our building once. I was not about to let him kill this little baby.

After I got off of work, I coaxed her out once more, and took her to the vet. On the way there, she was surprisingly good. She sat in my lap most of the time, and when she wasn’t in my lap, she was on my shoulders. At one point, I was driving down the road with her standing on top of my head.



I got her home, and gave her a bath. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Before I put her in her bath water, I told her that she was going to hate me, but that she really needed to be clean. Then, I gingerly placed her in the water, fully expecting her to jump out.

Nope. She just stood there for a second. Then, she sat down in her bath water and started purring. She was purring, and drinking the water. It was precious. Even when I began pouring water on her, she just went right on purring.

She purred for the rest of the evening. She also made a lot of biscuits on me. She slept on my chest for most of the night.

Oh, and every time I showed her to Titus, he just looked at her like, “Okay. Big fucking deal.” I was really surprised. I’m not done testing Titus, but if he really doesn’t care that she’s here, then there’s no way that I’m going to get rid of her. I love her already.