Jan 26, 2005

Dumpster cat (biography)

The orange cat climbed out of the dumpster, came through the dumpster door head first. His fur was wet and dirty brown, a big cat, coated in iced-up garbage and grunge.

He came out head first, orange against dumpster-kelly green against the gray and brown slush of refrozen snow.

His head was misshapen, ugly, contorted from birth. His head was a face unsuitable for a house cat, for a loved cat, for a cared for cat. The eyes were set apart too far on a flat bored face. He looked ugly, and ugly gone mean, mean gone homeless gone dirty gone dumpster.

He jumped out, down landing in a crouch in the parking lot snow to gnaw at something between his paws.