My Opera【Day 47】Let the Cat out of the Bag
Monday, September 4, 2006 8:48:54 AM
Real Cats---Things out of My Control
After I enjoy my 1st massage treatment with Eric,
Back with a smoothing and relaxing mood, with dog bags in my hand
I was just planning putting these food on the grass for stray cats,
When I was caught by a series of crying and weeping sound.
Instantly I recognized it was cats,
But I did not so expect to find so ting of them!!
In the dark, on the grass with raindrops left from the sandstorm in the afternoon,
I found 3 little catties, stumbling, in a deserted plastic bag,
They were so afraid of the outside darkness, crying and struggling to get out of the bag,
Yet they fell from the edge of the cement sidestep which seemed just so small while so huge and hurting for those little creators.
I reached out my hands to lift them out of the bag,
A gust of smelly air was nosing my nose, obviously they are merely little cats newly born.
I tried to let them bite the food, yet that was too hard for little ones without teeth.
I could not help blaming the particular guy:
If u were to depose these creators, you could have chosen campus where there would be more students showing concern for them, unless here people just pass and not even put there noses upon cats’ crying.]
However, I was left to find that: I am so helpless concerning this matter!
The whole thing is out of my control; I could not bring them back, which would be troublesome for my cat-hating uncle,
Yet I could not wondering even if I had brought them home, what could I done with them?
Milking them and watching some of them dying? Raising them and letting them go is surely a nice choice, but I do not have money nor time for this.
So although I am indeed angry towards this whole thing, I had no way out as to solve it.
I went home and left them with the warm soup, hopefully to warm them up.
The next morning I check the place,
They are gone
Only some soup spread on the grass is still a mark for the unhappiness the night before.
Helping when I could be of Some Help
It is so obvious that the elder couple was just asking for money and cheating on the street,
There have always been so many reports, saying college students are cheated out of their sympathy , rarely are they able to distinguish real from fake.
So after I neglected this couple when I come by, wondering “do I look so naïve as to be cheated”?
I found that they have hooked a young lad.
I turned and watched them at a distance,
Yes, the couple was telling their sad stories,
Yes, the boy was reaching money from his paints pockets
Yes, this is the high time I rescued him!
So I went straight to him and said: “Woo, I finally find you here, Come, something to tell you” as if we were friends,
The boy was a little surprised yet he followed me,
Just as what I have judged: he is a freshman, not local, with a map in his hand,
---- that is why students like this are easier to be hunted.
Then I told him the trick of the little couple and he seems to take it as a good reminder.
Anyhow, cats are out of the bag, good for him and tragedy for the cats:sherlock:
After I enjoy my 1st massage treatment with Eric,
Back with a smoothing and relaxing mood, with dog bags in my hand
I was just planning putting these food on the grass for stray cats,
When I was caught by a series of crying and weeping sound.
Instantly I recognized it was cats,
But I did not so expect to find so ting of them!!
In the dark, on the grass with raindrops left from the sandstorm in the afternoon,
I found 3 little catties, stumbling, in a deserted plastic bag,
They were so afraid of the outside darkness, crying and struggling to get out of the bag,
Yet they fell from the edge of the cement sidestep which seemed just so small while so huge and hurting for those little creators.
I reached out my hands to lift them out of the bag,
A gust of smelly air was nosing my nose, obviously they are merely little cats newly born.
I tried to let them bite the food, yet that was too hard for little ones without teeth.
I could not help blaming the particular guy:
If u were to depose these creators, you could have chosen campus where there would be more students showing concern for them, unless here people just pass and not even put there noses upon cats’ crying.]
However, I was left to find that: I am so helpless concerning this matter!
The whole thing is out of my control; I could not bring them back, which would be troublesome for my cat-hating uncle,
Yet I could not wondering even if I had brought them home, what could I done with them?
Milking them and watching some of them dying? Raising them and letting them go is surely a nice choice, but I do not have money nor time for this.
So although I am indeed angry towards this whole thing, I had no way out as to solve it.
I went home and left them with the warm soup, hopefully to warm them up.
The next morning I check the place,
They are gone
Only some soup spread on the grass is still a mark for the unhappiness the night before.
Helping when I could be of Some Help
It is so obvious that the elder couple was just asking for money and cheating on the street,
There have always been so many reports, saying college students are cheated out of their sympathy , rarely are they able to distinguish real from fake.
So after I neglected this couple when I come by, wondering “do I look so naïve as to be cheated”?
I found that they have hooked a young lad.
I turned and watched them at a distance,
Yes, the couple was telling their sad stories,
Yes, the boy was reaching money from his paints pockets
Yes, this is the high time I rescued him!
So I went straight to him and said: “Woo, I finally find you here, Come, something to tell you” as if we were friends,
The boy was a little surprised yet he followed me,
Just as what I have judged: he is a freshman, not local, with a map in his hand,
---- that is why students like this are easier to be hunted.
Then I told him the trick of the little couple and he seems to take it as a good reminder.
Anyhow, cats are out of the bag, good for him and tragedy for the cats:sherlock:
