The Little Kitten

The Little Kitten

Late last night, I heard a tiny 'meow, meow' outside my door. I put on the outside light and opened the door to find a little black kitten on the steps staring steadfastly and unblinkingly into my eyes. Beautiful light eyes, a little nervous, a little scared....

I wondered how it had come up three floors. I approached it softly calling it to me, but it raced up the steps further to the fourth floor. Every time I moved towards it, it jumped a step upwards with its tiny legs. I put a few pieces of soft bread in front of it, but it ran further up away from it.

I left it alone with the hope that it will eat the bread when it is alone.

Around 1 am, it started meowing loudly, the little thing was scared due to its loneliness, I guess. I put on the light, opened the door several times and went up and down the steps to search for it...but it was nowhere to be seen, it seemed to be hiding in a little corner somewhere. When I put off the light, immediately it would start meowing in a scared voice. I kept the light on for some time to comfort it. Later I fell off asleep.

In the morning, I went out to see that the kitten was nowhere to be seen. The bread had also disappeared. The kitten would have gone out of the building hopefully, finding its way in the morning light.