Thursday morning, a morning when the temperature in Denver dropped to a record low of -14° F., a tiny kitten was found lying motionless and nearly frozen in the snow. She was rushed to the Denver Dumb Friends League and although it took almost an hour to raise her temperature to a level that would register on a thermometer, she survived. She was named Elsa, after the brave young woman in the movie Frozen and will soon be put up for adoption. By now, in fact, she’s probably been spoken for.
There. Now I’ve told the story. Perhaps the telling will finally get it out of my head and help me resist the persistent, almost overwhelming urge to run downtown and adopt her. I’m sure many people were offering homes as soon as the story aired, but I have a bit of history with orange kittens and freezing weather, I have an aging cat who needs company, I’m a sucker for kittens, I have room in my home, I love cats, and …
Well, you get the idea.
Fare well, little one. And in the future, please stay inside.