Through The Mud Clearly

Yesterday one of my coworkers found a rusty-orange and white kitty wandering around in the parking lot. He was probably dumped there. One of the supervisors, knowing that I am a cat person, brought him to my office. She asked me to watch him and she would try to find kitty a home by the end of the day; she would take him to the pound after work if a home wasn't found. Of course I said I would watch him until then; but I also made it known that I couldn't take him home. This was about 1pm. After checking out every inch of my office; kitty jumped up on my desk and laid down on my keyboard! A few moments later he had maneuvered his way to my neck and somehow stretched out and went to sleep...purring contentedly. After his nap he inspected the office again, sat in my spare chair, took a bath and another nap. Upon awakening kitty jumped in my lap and onto my shoulder where he perched like a bird! This type of activity went on all afternoon. At 4:45 the supervisor came in and said she had found kitty a home and they would pick him up at 5pm. I was glad to hear it because I don't think I could have let her take him to the pound and I might have had to bring him home with me. I would have named him Rusty!