Captain Jack and the Snack Attack – ALT POV 2 of 6 – Posted Dec. 22, 2017
Kenton blew out a deep breath before knocking on the door. Was he really prepared to handle being accountable for another life? A tiny kitten so young he should have had another week or two with his mama?
But, the mama was rejecting her kittens early, and he’d already agreed to take one, so he didn’t have much choice. He wanted a pet—a cat in particular—he’d just expected to have a couple more weeks to get used to the idea before taking on the responsibility.
He mentally ticked off the list of items he’d purchased at the pet store before heading over. Kitten formula—although a bottle wouldn’t be necessary, he could lap it up out of a bowl. Canned kitten food, bowls, litter and a box to put it in, a few toys, and a carrier. Hopefully he hadn’t forgotten anything important.
The door opened, and Marc stood there with a wide smile. “Kenton, come on in. Captain Jack just finished eating, so he’s ready for you.”
Leading with the plastic pet carrier in front of him, Kenton followed Marc to the family room where Marc’s wife and their three kids sat playing with five tiny balls of fur. “The question is, am I ready for him?”
Marc chuckled and gestured toward the kittens. “You’ll do fine. They’re holding their own with this lot.”
Kenton crouched and was immediately drawn to the blue-eyed little cutie he’d picked out on an earlier visit after his brother Davis—aka Marc’s best friend—had first given him the idea of taking in one of these kittens. He’d already named the little guy Captain Jack, and if the way the tiny furball was tumbling around and playing with his littermates was any clue, he was as wayward as his namesake—either of them…Sparrow or Harkness.
“He’s adorable.” Kenton delicately petted the back of the kitten’s head, and Captain Jack immediately sprang into mock battle mode, spinning and latching onto Kenton’s finger.
“He’s got a lot of personality, that’s for sure,” Marc replied.
“Hey, Jacky,” Kenton cooed as he lifted the kitten. In reply he got a few licks with a rough tongue, a steady purr, and a heart that threatened to melt in his chest.