... This is a
business section of town, with the bridge spanning an
incredibly busy 8-lane highway, with no condos or apartments
in sight. I figured that someone must have dropped the
kitten off to die. Of course, I couldn't leave him, so
I reached down to pick him up. He had crouched behind
the steel steps of the bridge, but when I reached out to
him, he gladly came to me. He was wet, with cobwebs
all over his body... especially his ears, face and whiskers.
He was so tiny... no bigger than my hand... but he
turned his purr-box on "loud" immediately when I picked him
up. I was staying at the
Convention Center hotel that night, but had not yet
registered...As I entered the hotel, I noticed several signs
proclaiming the hotel's strict NO PET
policy....(more...)