The Kittens That Best Exemplify Shakespeare (And Why?)
A very well-known and popular Shakespearean quote, paired with two adorable kittens playing in a ambiguously green, outdoor setting. The story behind this image begins with the chilly Fall evening when I found three young kittens walking timidly around the dumpster behind the restaurant I used to work at. My best guess for their age was between 3 and 6 weeks old. Their eyes were still a bright blue hue, symbolizing their adorable youth. The kittens’ mother was nowhere to be found. I remember checking on them periodically throughout my 8 hour shift, always skittish when I tried to approach them. Once the bar doors had be closed for the night, I returned out back to see if the mother cat had returned for her babies. She had not. I assumed the worst, and could not leave these three bundles of innocence to die insignificantly behind a pile of trash bags.
I used a large fleece that I had stowed away in my trunk as a blanket and gathered the three kittens to bring home, into the safety and warmth. It look me about 15 minutes to catch all three of them. They kept scurrying around the dumpster, looking for their mama. At best, she had simply abandoned her babies. At worst, she was dead and would never return.
The kittens cried and cried the entire 4 minute drive to my house. I tried to comfort them, but my efforts were rendered useless for the car ride. Once we were in the house, the kittens enjoyed exploring the downstairs for several hours while my roommate and I set up a sleeping area for them, researched kitten food, and picked their names, based on our first impressions. As a result, three new, little roommates were added to our home; McGee, Lucy, and Boris. (Pictured below)
The next day, I took all three bundles of fur and tiny meows to the nearest veterinarian. There, I was given shocking news. All three kittens were very sick. The vet speculated that they had been on their own for multiple days. McGee, Lucy, and Boris all had fleas and parasites, most likely from eating the rotting food in the dumpster where I had found them. The vet said it was a minor miracle that they survived and were not victims of the natural elements.
The next part of this story breaks my heart. As a 20 year old college student, I was not even close to being able to afford the care all three of these kittens required. I was given a few options: 1) the vet’s office could take them off my hands and transport them to the SPCA or local animal shelter (where they would likely die); 2) I could pay the hundreds of dollars in veterinary fees out of pocket (I couldn’t afford it); or 3) I could quickly find loving homes for them with owners who could afford such a financial burden. I chose to find homes for them myself.
In the meantime, I bought a week’s worth of the medication, posted Craig’s List ads, and e-mailed everyone I knew. After my efforts seemed fruitless, I went to check my e-mail on the sixth morning I had the kittens. I had five new e-mails, but only three of interest to me. FINALLY, I had heard back from three responsible families that were all interested in taking one kitten. It broke my heart to split them up, but none of the families wanted to take on the responsibility of three baby kittens. I tried to empathize, but I admit, I cried. I cannot even begin to describe the weight that was lifted off my shoulders. I cried out of happiness as well, the kittens were going to survive.
To make this long story short, my visual assignment’s quote reflects the attitude I like to believe the kittens had. They fought to survive by the dumpster, they fought to survive against many odds. I feel lucky and very happy to say that all three kittens are now healthy, full grown, and happy with their loving families. McGee went to my brother’s best friend’s mother, Lucy went to my roommate’s best friend’s mother, and Boris went home with my roommate’s older sister. This worked out well for all of us, especially since in the weeks I spent with the kittens, we had become very attached to one another. I cannot be sure, but I think that they all thought I was their mother for a period of time. Either way, I am just incredibly content knowing they are all alive, safe, and happy. I look forward to receiving Christmas cards and e-mails from the families who adopted them. We stay in touch, and in an even more beautiful event: the kittens remember me.
I found the image on Google and used photoshop to add the text. The quote I chose was from Shakespeare’s Hamlet. It was simple, but I want to become more advanced with the program and learn how to utilize more of their very useful features.