|Rizz loves love|
Since Day 9, I've learned that the kitten's name is Napoleon. This morning he was curled up tight as a little fur shrimp, sleeping soundly even as traffic raced by and commuters and even dogs filed past him. He absent-mindedly purred as I stroked his head, though he didn't seem particularly interested in me. He was too sleepy.
His human told me that they pitched their tent last night near the Chicago River. He reports that it's a good thing Napoleon was tethered to a leash, because the frogs were out in force and Napoleon was out after them. That's why he was so tired this morning. And it occurred to me that, while being homeless and sleeping in a tent by the river is not necessarily desirable for humans, it's undoubtedly heaven for Napoleon.
I worry about them when it gets cold. There are shelters that allow pets, but I doubt the dogs and cats Napoleon will come in contact with have been immunized. Still, he's certainly loved and comfortable, and that makes me happy.