Tonight Mack and I decided to take a walk through the apartment complex to get some good ol’ exercise in. Lately we’re started running, however, Mack was sick for most of the day so I figured that a walk would do just as much good, if not better, then running would.

When we got to the back of the complex movement catches my attention in the corner of my eye. Let it be known that I am really, really jumpy when walking at night. I think it is from my childhood growing up in the woods: you never know what is out there; be it a coyote or my brothers with a potato cannon, YOU DO NOT KNOW.

Naturally, I bring it to Mack’s attention, prepared to throw him bodily if need be so I can run and save myself. I know, I really am a loyal girlfriend. Self preservation is, I hate to say it, a bitch. Like me. Mack, used to my episodes of freaking out when we walk at night, assured me it was nothing and kept walking. But then, hark, more movement, this time somewhere else. By then I was looking for it and saw, indeed, it was a cat. A small cat. Why, there was a kitten bounding around in the woods! I tried following but was hissed at and, considering I could not see in the dark, worried it was either the Mama cat or a big snake. I do, again, live in The South.

Intrigued, worried, and you know, cat obsessed, I told Mack we had to go back to the apartment and get a flash light to come try to get the kitten so we could take it to the Humane Society (Mack thinks I want to keep it, HA….. how well he knows me). And, after an eventful getting home process (Mack stepping in paint then stepping and killing a frog who jumped out at the last minute (we buried it)) we grabbed a camping head light (since NO clue where the flash lights are) and headed back in the car to try and find the kitten. Pulling up we see it bounce off towards the woods.

As I jumped out of the car looking for the little black and white kitten one of us notices that, oh look, there is a kitten right there by the fence. So, great, we found TWO kittens! I bend down and start to approach the kitten, trying to lure it out using sticks to get it’s attention. I get within a fraction of an inch of the kitten (who leaned forward and sniffed my finger) before it turns tail and bounces into the woods.

That little fucker.

Quickly, I shine the light into the woods. You know how I said there were two kittens? Yeah, I was lying. There were three.

ANNE HIT JACK POT!

I climbed over the broken part of the fence and tried to get the kittens to at least you know, stand still, figuring if I could catch one then the rest would be easier. It was totally awesome since I’m afraid of the woods out here since nature is not friendly… prime example was the ants the swarmed my feet. Also, I’m sorry but I live in The South, near the woods. I don’t know WHAT is out there, but I honestly don’t really want to think about it since then I get all worried and Mack tells me to take a chill pill.

Needless to say I got within a foot of the kittens before they bound off. We’re going to go try and see if we can spot them in daylight tomorrow and, if not, again at night. I’m kind of bound and determined to catch these kittens and, not necessarily keep them, but find their owners (or not since the kittens are out there, black and white kittens, at NIGHT) or new owners that could give them loving homes. 

Could I be any more of a sucker? Yes, I probably could