Haku's Chronicles: Fridays are never easy

 It was a quiet Friday, just the way I like it. The humans were packing up for the day, and I was getting ready to settle in for some uninterrupted napping. But then I noticed something strange—one of the humans, the one who's always running around, was about to head to the big metal thing they leave in every day when another one of those noisy machines zoomed into the fire lane. I could tell something was up by the way her ears perked up. She walked over, clearly not happy, and started talking to the person in the car.

Apparently, he had some cats. A crate of them! Now, that got my attention. I sat up a little straighter, watching the scene unfold. He said he’d "only be a minute," but I’ve learned by now that when it comes to humans and cats, nothing takes just a minute. Sure enough, she didn’t let him off that easy and told him to park properly and bring the crate in.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I slunk over to a spot where I could see her head to the back. She found Michael, the guy who hands out the snacks sometimes, and told him we had more cats coming in. Oh joy. I guess that meant my nap would have to wait. She was already thinking about where to put them. I could tell by the way she was muttering and counting on her fingers.

When the guy finally came in with the crate, I padded over to get a better look. It was worse than even I expected. Six cats! Two barely-grown adults and four tiny kittens. I flicked my tail in annoyance—space was definitely going to be an issue now. Michael rushed in, ready to help, and they started bustling around, organizing everything like they always do when new arrivals show up. I pretended not to care, but I was watching.

The guy’s story was pretty sad, even for a cat like me. He was from someplace called Oregon and found the crate just sitting there by a middle school. He didn’t even hesitate—just picked it up and drove around until he found us. I guess I’ll give him credit for that.

The next half hour was pure chaos. The humans jabbered, poked the new cats with needles, and set up kennels. I watched from a distance, keeping out of the way. Six cats in one kennel? No way. Even I know that’s too many. They ended up putting the two scaredy-cat adults together, still clinging to each other, and the four kittens in another kennel. The kittens, of course, were already poking around and sniffing everything. One even tried to swat at me, but I wasn't about to get mixed up in their drama. I have my dignity.

The crate they came in—ugh, disgusting. It smelled awful and was covered in ants. There was some gross blanket and even dog food in there. DOG food! How insulting. They tossed it into the garage, probably hoping to forget about it for a while. Can’t say I blame them.

I settled back down, knowing it’d be a while before the office returned to normal. Six more cats... well, at least I’ll still have the best spot in the house.

Purrs and Kisses

Haku

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