The Muffin is Forever with Me

I was just chilling on my computer when Jo came in my room and told me that she heard something mewing outside. She said that she'd been hearing it for two days, but she had only just told people now. My mom was going outside to investigate, and I was curious so I decided to come along too. It was around eight o'clock by then, so it was starting to get dark. Armed with a weak flashlight, we headed out.
The noise was coming from the pine trees between our backyard and our neighbor's yard. The trees create a thick barrier so it's impossible to see through to the other yard. What's more is that there's also a fence beyond the trees. The pine trees are so close together that it's very difficult to get through them, and you can't help but fear being stabbed in the eye by their pointy branches.
We could hear the mewing loud and clear. It was hard to pinpoint its exact location, but we could tell it was very close to the front yards. We also couldn't tell which yard it was coming from, or where in the trees it was. My mom thought the cat was stuck in a tree at first, but after searching through the branches we gave up on that theory. At some point, I ran back into the house to find a more powerful flashlight because the one we had just wasn't doing very well. We continued searching all over and wondering what problem the cat was facing, but we never found anything. We weren't going to give up until we found out what was going on. It became pretty clear that the cat wasn't on our side of the fence, but still we were worried. We had Jo crawl into the trees to look on the other side.
"I see it!" Jo exclaimed.
My mom instantly crawled in after her. I never got a chance to see it, but it was definitely in our neighbor's yard. Apparently, it was a very small kitten. "That's it, we're going to do something."
My mom went up to my neighbor's door and rang the bell. There was no response. "We're not leaving it there. We're going to have to go into the yard." So my mom and I crept across the lawn to the other side of the driveway, where the gate was located. The house light clicked on as we did so. For some reason, I was nervous. I knew we were rescuing a kitten, but it felt wrong walking into our neighbor's yard. When we got in, we made our way over to the side of the yard closest to our house, and it was there that we found the kitten.
It was a tiny little thing; about the size of a rat. It had calico fur and crystal blue eyes that looked as if they had just opened for the first time. Little fleas crawled up and down its pelt. It was clinging to a folded lawn chair, and it had been mewing its little head off the entire time. Its mother was nowhere to be seen, and there were no litter-mates alongside it. What fate had befallen the poor little kitten? Did its mother abandon it? Was she killed? Did it wander away from the rest of its litter and become lost? We would never find out, and it wasn't important. The only thing that mattered was that the kitten was brought into safety. My mom picked up the crying kitten and slung it over her shoulder. We exited the yard, and brought it into the house. My mom later asked me if I remembered to close the gate... oops.
The kit's strangled mews got Ahnyo and Mack's attention right away. They sniffed around, anxious to find out what was happening. My mom put the kitten in a pet carrier, and called up the emergency vet. They made her call someone else, who in turn made her call yet another person. This last person lived a considerable distance away from us, so we agreed on meeting somewhere in the middle-- a Tim Hortons in the middle of a nearby city. This lady owned a shelter, and she had a nursing queen who would most likely happily accept the little orphan. So my mom, Jo and I boarded the car and headed off for the city with the little kitten in the front seat. It mewed loudly in fear the entire time, and my mom tried in vain to calm it with reassuring words in a gentle tone of voice. And since we were going to Time Hortons, Jo just had to sing her Tim Bits song-- "Next time you're at a Tim Hortons there's something tasty on display. They call them Tim Bits. Yeah, they're awesome and sweet and they bake them fresh throughout the day. Try our new banana chocolate, it tastes so fine. But we've got more than that. You can fill a box of ten. That's what we call fresh thinking." ... Or something like that. She has to sing that every time anyone mentions Tim Bits or Tim Hortons.
The car ride was somewhere between a half hour and forty-five minutes, and we had to wait a few minutes for the lady to show up when we arrived at Tim Hortons.
She remarked that the kitten was terribly cold, and my mom stated that she didn't have the air conditioning on or anything. So the lady stuck the kitten in her bra to warm it up. Yeah, I don't even...
When we were driving back home, my mom kept on going on about how she was so glad that we brought the kitten into good hands, and that we accomplished our good deed for the night. I'm glad we were able to rescue the kitten, too. I hope it's faring well wherever it may be right now.

And now for the unrelated conversation of the night:

Mom: Now I see why you like Crona. Maybe it's because you can relate with him. You don't know how to deal with people either.
Me: Also, I have an evil mother.
Mom: Yeah, I throw whipped cream in your face and everything.
Me: And I have a demon living in my blood that likes to beat me up.
Mom: Well, you have a demon who lives across the hall from you.