After the slumber party finished, we went to Deer Creek Reservoir with some friends. I saw that there was a trail, 7.5 miles each way, nearby and decided... what the heck, I may as well run a marathon or so. I convinced my friend Marty to run 10 miles in the 100 degree heat with me. I drank 50oz in that 10 miles. Whew.
Then Leslie met up with me. It seemed to be a "normal" night run. Ya know, until it got all originally epic. Something about a tiny black kitty that Leslie stopped to pet, that followed us for a couple miles crying. Then we tried to carry it. Then we tried to ditch it, and it fell off the cliff trying to cut the switch back short to get to us and came up all covered in prickles, pokeys, and whatnot... crying it's tiny little eyes out of course.
That made me feel like a horrible person.
What the heck is a tiny baby kitten doing miles away from ANYONE at 12am anyway?
I tried carrying kitty in my tank. My arms. Finally strapped my hat around her neck super tight and pinned her body in so we could run a little faster. I think the kitty ran about 3 miles, and I carried her for over 4. Exhausting! and slow... added over an hour to that last 7 miles.
Oh, during the last couple miles my headlamp went out, my watch died, and my ankle reared it's ugly head to tell me to cancel tentative plans I'm making for July weekends.
I brought the kitty home til we could find it a family. My kids now think we have a new pet. She's named "Rezzy" since she was found abandoned at a reservoir. Kind of a lame name.... but better than the other options: Leslie had suggested "Stalker" since it wouldn't leave us alone, Fisher had suggested "Golden Trophy."
Rezzy now sleeps with my childrens and dotes on all of us. She kind of acts like a squirrel. I've never had a cat or even been around them before. Weird creature.
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