the exciting things that happen at the crack of dawn

so exciting things happen in the morning. and the earlier the better..... i got up at 4:43. ate breakfast. took a 15 minute nap and got ready for my run and headed out. not feeling especially perky. no part of me whatsoever wanted to go for a run this morning. but i got out of the house and plodded on.

i got to the park, only about 50 minutes into my 2 hour run, only to run by a little kitten. meowing really loud. so i stopped and petted it. it was so tiny. alone. sick. hungry and so thin. i didint know what to do. (even if my body is awake at 5:30, my brain is not. ) so i called rachael. (this was a very important thing. so i woke her up at 5:30 or 6ish to tell her i found a cat.) here's and ideo of how the conversation went:


jen- i found a cat. sorry to wake you up, but theres a little hungry sick kitten. what do i do????
rach: well.... you could bring it home.
Jen- i was hoping you would say that.

(lets keep in mind the following information before i continue.... the park is a 25 min walk from my house. rach and i were to be gone most of the day. the cat was really really noisy. and i still needed to run an hour and 10 min)

so i picked up the cat and started to walk home. but all the old people (the park is like a retirement home in the morning) started to yell at me. you cant take the cat home. its sick. just leave it here. what are you doing? this is japan, we dont do that. don't take the cat. its noisy.

i respond (this is what my japanese answer was) the cat is small. it is scared. maybe hungry and noisy because hungry and no mother. it is sick. what about an animal doctor? only a little cat in the big park. its scared.

you cant take the cat home. go put it back. so with my head down, i obey the old people. even though in reality, who cares what they think. ugh. and i formulate a plan.


my amazing plan. continue running for a bit, the old people will get tired, go home, and ill find a box and save the cat. so i go back to the spot about 40 minutes later and search all over for the cat. no such luck. why didn't i just take the poor cat. I'm never listening to old people again. what do they know about scared sick poor cats in the middle of a big park. all alone. and to make me feel even more guilty, it rained all day.

i am a terrible person. i let down a poor innocent cat, just because i got yelled at by some old people.

i'm done. screw it, i'm taking the next cat i see home with me.