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Happy Birthday to Me—
I went to a park bench to have my luncheon today. I heard a pathetic mewling sound coming from somewhere. I placed my tuna sandwich on the bench next to me and I went to investigate. I looked up into the trees, in the bushes, even under the very bench I was sitting on. I couldn’t find the cat.
The mewling sounded weaker. I think I know where it is coming from—it seems to be coming from the street level. I see a paw coming out of the storm drain underneath the sidewalk. Of course on the pavement there is a large puddle of oil, and I’m wearing my new robes. MacMillan sometimes you have no luck.
So I kneeled down and saw this black blur underneath in the sewers. I reached my hand and it came back bloody. The farther I reached in to get the wee one, the further back he scrambled back towards a ledge that I could barely make out. I stuck my head up and saw nothing but a sea of muggles, so I can’t use my wand.
So I stood up and walked over to my seat and picked up the remainder of my sandwich. “Merlin, look at this stain!” I mutter. I walk back towards the drain and stick my hand holding a sandwich down by the drain. I moved the sandwich back and forth in a seductive manner. The cat crept out and I grabbed a paw and slowly pulled. The cat yowls, hisses and meows loudly. When I finally get it out of the drain and hold it where it is stable, I hold it at eye level to take a good look at the cat. It’s covered in oil, fur matted down but very vocal. After a short while, a small paw reached out and scratched the tip of my nose. The first thing out of my mouth was, “Why you slimy little git. Shall I call you Professor Snape?”
Since the knee of my robe is probably ruined with an oil stain, I might as well cuddle the little beastie to my chest and feed it my sandwich. It eats voraciously,
It spits at me and swipes at my ring as if it was saying, “Ten points from Hufflepuff, Mr. MacMillan.
I duck behind a tree and apparate us to Diagon alley. I take the slimy, greasy little git to the Magical Menagerie and drop it off for treatment. After a quick Scourgify , yep the oil stains are there for good.
I walk down the street to Madam Maulkins to get a new set of robes. Damn little beastie cost me 13 Galleons because I needed to wear them out of the shop. Thank goodness Madam Maulkin wasn’t busy and likes me.
I go down the Menagerie and ask about the wee cat I dropped off. From the back a lass brought out this black ball of fluff with pretty blue eyes.
“Well Lad, what shall I call you? You don’t look like Professor Snape now or even a Severus, anymore” I say.
The lass behind the counter, “Severus wouldn’t be a good name for a little girl sir.”
I paid the money for their services and a litter box along with some food. I don’t know if I am going to keep her or even what to name her yet—Well I could give her to either Hannah or Susan.
I went to a park bench to have my luncheon today. I heard a pathetic mewling sound coming from somewhere. I placed my tuna sandwich on the bench next to me and I went to investigate. I looked up into the trees, in the bushes, even under the very bench I was sitting on. I couldn’t find the cat.
The mewling sounded weaker. I think I know where it is coming from—it seems to be coming from the street level. I see a paw coming out of the storm drain underneath the sidewalk. Of course on the pavement there is a large puddle of oil, and I’m wearing my new robes. MacMillan sometimes you have no luck.
So I kneeled down and saw this black blur underneath in the sewers. I reached my hand and it came back bloody. The farther I reached in to get the wee one, the further back he scrambled back towards a ledge that I could barely make out. I stuck my head up and saw nothing but a sea of muggles, so I can’t use my wand.
So I stood up and walked over to my seat and picked up the remainder of my sandwich. “Merlin, look at this stain!” I mutter. I walk back towards the drain and stick my hand holding a sandwich down by the drain. I moved the sandwich back and forth in a seductive manner. The cat crept out and I grabbed a paw and slowly pulled. The cat yowls, hisses and meows loudly. When I finally get it out of the drain and hold it where it is stable, I hold it at eye level to take a good look at the cat. It’s covered in oil, fur matted down but very vocal. After a short while, a small paw reached out and scratched the tip of my nose. The first thing out of my mouth was, “Why you slimy little git. Shall I call you Professor Snape?”
Since the knee of my robe is probably ruined with an oil stain, I might as well cuddle the little beastie to my chest and feed it my sandwich. It eats voraciously,
It spits at me and swipes at my ring as if it was saying, “Ten points from Hufflepuff, Mr. MacMillan.
I duck behind a tree and apparate us to Diagon alley. I take the slimy, greasy little git to the Magical Menagerie and drop it off for treatment. After a quick Scourgify , yep the oil stains are there for good.
I walk down the street to Madam Maulkins to get a new set of robes. Damn little beastie cost me 13 Galleons because I needed to wear them out of the shop. Thank goodness Madam Maulkin wasn’t busy and likes me.
I go down the Menagerie and ask about the wee cat I dropped off. From the back a lass brought out this black ball of fluff with pretty blue eyes.
“Well Lad, what shall I call you? You don’t look like Professor Snape now or even a Severus, anymore” I say.
The lass behind the counter, “Severus wouldn’t be a good name for a little girl sir.”
I paid the money for their services and a litter box along with some food. I don’t know if I am going to keep her or even what to name her yet—Well I could give her to either Hannah or Susan.