A man walked up to the counter holding something close to his puffy winter coat. “I found this outside your building,” he said, as he revealed a tiny kitten. The animal’s gray fur, matted against its thin body, failed to keep it warm on a day that temperatures dropped below zero.
We quickly decided to take the kitten out of the coffee shop and to The Shop Next Door. I slipped on my coat and the man hurriedly gave me the kitten, then rushed out the door to catch the bus. The kitten meowed and latched its claws into the lapels of my coats.
I attempted to shield the kitten from the cold as I walked the short distance to The Shop Next Door, where I handed him off to my manager. We tried to come up with a solution for the helpless kitten, but the local humane society was closed today and we knew the harsh cold would threaten the animal’s life. For the afternoon, the kitten curled up in a milk crate, warmed by a blanket and newspaper.
This little kitten was the third “rescued” from outside our coffee shop in the past six months or so. One kitten this summer found a home. I do not know the fate of today’s kitten.
I am not about to begin a crusade to save the world’s lost kittens. However, like most problems our society faces, it seems a little more feasible to make a difference– and much more important to try– when one is faced with just one kitten, or just one homeless person in need of a hot meal, or just one child in need of an escape from an abusive home. The list goes on, but it is not endless, and this Christmas I am reminded to recognize and do my part to make my corner of the world better.
Earlier this same afternoon, a woman paid for her coffee and handed me an extra $2. “Use this for the next person who orders just a regular coffee,” she told me. “Someone did it for me once, and it was just so nice.” My shift ended before the next coffee order, but her gift made the small world on the corner of 1st Ave. and 13th St. a little better.
Merry Christmas!