Biker kitty

While I was at Cups last Sunday, this biker guy came roaring up, leather jacket, gloves, boots. The whole look.

He disappeared inside Cups, and when he came back to the patio, he set a small saucer of milk on the table.

From inside his jacket he drew the tiniest kitten. I’d say *just* old enought to be weaned. But not by much!

It seems he rescued it from the side of the highway. He said an 18-wheeler had nearly gotten it.

Mr. Biker, thank you. You restore my faith in people.

Tags: biker, cups, kitten, rescue