01/28/2025
Bongo, a sleek, gray resident cat with an air of quiet authority, was perched atop the highest cat cage, a glint of mischief in his green eyes. He'd been observing his humans as they'd rushed about, muttering about needing to go to the county courthouse for passports. A seed of an idea had begun to sprout in Bongo's clever mind.
Over the years, Bongo had watched many of his cafe companions get adopted, their excited meows replaced with the quiet contentment of home. Lately, a familiar pang of loneliness had returned. A little harmless fun, he decided, was exactly what he needed.
Heād overheard Jac, the cat wrangler, asking what the requirements were for a human passport: state ID, birth certificate, parental information. Preposterous for a cat! Butā¦ what if it wasnāt?
Bongo hopped down, his paws landing softly on the floor. Heād done some āresearchā - aka eavesdropping ā and knew exactly how to make this feline-friendly. With a determined purr, he gathered some scrap paper and a black marker, which was easy to do since the cafe encouraged people who visited to draw and color, so lots of markers, colored pencils, crayons and drawing paper were within paws reach. He did have to liberate a small ink pad from the supply closet... that was a little trickier.
He was really proud of the sign he created (he had a little help from one of his humans) that said āBongoās Paws-port for Cats.ā He carefully hung it near the comfy cat bed atop the highest cage in the middle of the hallway where it could easily be seen by any cat passing by. Then, he laid out his materials, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Sheba, a sleek, black royal cat, knew something was up and approached Bongo with a cautious air. "What's all this, Bongo?" she asked, her voice a soft meow.
āCats need a paws-port in order to get adopted.ā Bongo said, being very serious.
Shebaās ears perked up. āAdopted?ā she whispered, her eyes wide with hope.
"Indeed!" Bongo nodded. āA Paws-port is like a special ticket to your forever home.ā
Hopper, a gray and white cat who was blind in one eye, leapt over to see what was going on. "A paws-port?" he questioned.
"Exactly," Bongo declared, gesturing with his paw to his setup. "In order to be very official, we will first need your front paw print. This is your āstate ID,ā showing you're a bona fide Kitty Beautiful resident." He gently took Hopperās paw and pressed it into the ink pad, then onto the paper.
Always curious, Moana, a pretty black and white cat with a sassy attitude, came over to see what was going on. āWhatās the next step?ā she asked, her voice filled with eager anticipation.
"Next, this is your ābirth certificateā." Bongo explained, pressing Moanaās back paw onto the ink pad, then onto a separate sheet. "It proves you were born, you see. Very important when finding your forever home."
Pudding and Oreo, the tuxedo brothers, arrived, each one pushing the other aside in order to be near Bongo.
āOkay, guys,ā Bongo announced, āthe last step. We need your nose print. This will capture your āfamily lineageā. Since we don't know your parents, this will do.ā He gently touched each of their noses to the inkpad, carefully transferring the prints to the papers.
The cats, caught up in the excitement of this newfound process, eagerly participated. Sheba purred as Bongo carefully inked her paw, a flicker of hope kindling in her eyes. Hopper, despite his hesitation, couldnāt help but feel a thrill at the prospect of finally being deemed "adoption-ready". Moana even bounced with energy, thrilled to be part of something special. Pudding and Oreo got caught up in the silliness of nose-printing and kept putting their nose prints on each other.
Bongo, watching them, couldnāt help but feel a surge of affection for these cats. He knew it wasn't real, but it seemed to bring them a little joy; it helped distract them from the waiting. He carefully filed away their "Paws-ports," which were now smudged with ink and filled with chaotic paw and nose prints.
As the afternoon wore on, the cats purred with nervous excitement. Every meow now held a tinge of "Am I Paws-port ready?" Bongo, despite his initial mischievous intentions, found himself caught up in the hope of the other cats.
He knew that Sheba would probably figure out that it wasn't real and would tell everyone else. But for now, he savored the purrs, the playful swipes, and the collective hope that filled The Kitty Beautiful cat cafe. Bongo had done more than just play a prank; he had given his fellow felines a shared experience, a moment of camaraderie and a sprinkle of extra magic to an otherwise ordinary day. And sometimes, he thought, a little bit of playful deception was just what was needed to keep the spirits high while they waited for their forever homes.
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