he was yowling outside my classroom for 2 straight days with no mom in sight. i was fearing the day when his yowling got weaker and quieter and then i just didn't hear it anymore. that is generally the fate of abandoned kittens here. i'm assuming mom died or something, because mom cats would generally break baby's neck and maybe eat it rather than just let it go motherless.

so whitney, steve and i grabbed him last night. put him in a box and dragged him home.

and dammit, i named him augie.

reason being, as i walked home with his yowling ass in a box, people asked me "ee-go mwoah yeh yo?" (what is that) and i said "goyangee (cat) agi (baby)". so, after bathing him in gnarly anti-bacterial soap (twice) and giving him some formula, i ended up calling him "agi... agi..." over and over again...

but augie sounds so much more badass. augustus. fuckin' a.

the best thing was when he was not into taking the rubber nipple of the dropper bottle i gave him. he was way more into sucking on my toes. so i just poured the formula on my toes and let him go at it.

tonight i stuck him back in the box and put the box in my backpack. we rode out to cheongdam, then across the yeongdong bridge, and into konkuk university territory. i'm sure he enjoyed the fuck out of that.

i dropped him off, and now he is in the care of a portland hippie chick who is running a cat rescue in her apartment. says she has 8 years experience doing cat rescue. and now i'm, again... sans cat. fuck.