Popo

David was walking to the YMCA for his English classes, when he heard a mew coming from a parking lot near the road. On the other side of the fence was a scrawny little kitten, terribly dirty and trotting after him, along side the fence. When he walked into the parking lot the kitten nearly climbed up his leg. He fed her, put her inside a box (which happened to have a label for potatoes) and brought her to English class. The kids watched as her tiny paws tried to reach through a hole in the box and they asked what kind of potatoes their teacher had in that box. They helped name the little kitten Po-po, for potatoes. She was sitting on David’s shoulder when I finished my classes, and was so bony thin, I was afraid to hold her. The next day at the vet’s we learned the sad news that he would have to amputate her tail. He told us that he thought she had been so weak from hunger, that she had begun to drag her tail on the concrete, and had damaged it beyond repair. However having a short tail has not slowed Popo down at all. She put on weight and has loved her life in the garden enclosure. Popo doesn’t seem so interested in leaving her secure life here, with her feline friends, and she usually shows little interest in visitors. She will always have a home here, and she will never have to wander alone in a desperate search for a kind soul again.