A Statue And Its Cat

On a dark, stormy night a downpour ensues. Thunder can be heard in the distance. A white cat runs in search of shelter. It runs past a bronze statue into a corner between a fence and shrubbery. A noise can be heard, like metal rustling. All of a sudden, the statue moves and steps down from its podium causing the sidewalk to crack under its metal foot.

“I’m alive? I’M ALIVE!” shouts the statue in realization before he hears a soft “Meow”. He turns his head towards the sound making one of his own and starts walking with heavy footsteps of his own towards the source of the sound. The white kitten tries running away only to reach a dead end. The statue arrives at the corner and looks down and sees the lone kitten. It looks up at the statue shivering from both the cold and fear. It sneezes a cute little sneeze as the statue observes, “Look at you, all alone in this heralding rain. I’ve seen you before with no one to take care of you. Well, worry not my sweet little thing. I will be the one to take care of you.” He reaches the kitten with his metal hands as it tries to runs away but it’s at a dead end and the statue grabs hold of the little guy.

He says, “First thing I need to do is get you to the vet. Surely, you must need some sort of flea medicine or what have you.”

The statue walks away, the kitten in hand, who struggles and struggles to no avail. It does not have the strength to escape the metal grasp of the statue as it walks with heavy footsteps towards the nearest veterinarian. At last, the statue arrives and walks into the vet’s office. The desk worker on duty looks at the statue and comments in annoyance, “Every frickin’ rainfall. There is always some statue that comes to life and winds up here. Why here specifically?” The statue walks over to the desk and places his kitten on the counter to which the worker states with a soft sigh and a smile, “At least they got good taste in animals.”

She takes the kitten to the back where it’s given a bath, properly dried off, flea medicine, along with its shots. The kitten was very hesitant at first, but over time warmed up to the idea of the treatment until it came time for its shots where it tried running out of the room at a breakneck pace.

Meanwhile the statue was reading a pamphlet titled, “So you’re alive, Now what?” The worker came back with the kitten who was upset having a needle stuck in it. The statue asks, “How can I ever repay you?”

“We’ll send the bill over to the Statue Housing Agency,” replied the worker coldly.

The statue left the rain now lightening. The kitten was calmer than before purring a little bit glad to be away from the place of needles. The statue goes over to the Statue Housing Agency that he read about in the pamphlet. He walks in with heavy footsteps as the clerk states, “We’ve been expecting you.”

They go to the back. The clerk keeps the kitty entertained while the statue fills out a ton of paper stuck in the entanglement of the bureaucratic and real estate process until several hours later, he was assigned a house. From there he spent his days, learning slowly how to care for his cat, Sidney, who turned out to a boy. One of the things he learned the hard way, metal statues do not pet kitties well. So, he had to invest in some wool finger gloves/sleeves in order to pet his kitty without harming it. He fed it regularly and over time, he gained weight. Sydney now curls up on the statue’s lap on occasion as they were now a happy family.