Some kittens arrive via the Cat Distribution System, but this little fella hitched a ride on an oil tank under a truck.
In 100-degree heat.
From Greenville to Jackson.
Two hours. No pit stops. One illegal feline.
The mechanics at a Jackson auto shop near Whole Foods found him clinging to the oil tank like a sweaty little gremlin. Wide-eyed, dusty, and confused. They named him Delta on the spot. When you survive a 120-mile joyride from the Mississippi Delta, you earn a title.
He went home and quickly revealed himself as a moon-eyed chaos goblin with radar-dish ears and a voice like a squeaky toy. He slept 20 hours a day, pounced like a maniac during the other four, and ate gourmet meat blends so fast he got the meat shakes.
Now he hisses at paper bags, rendezvous inside trash cans, ambushes from behind furniture, and screams what could only be described as “cat profanities” when he’s left alone without head scratches for more than five seconds. He is talkative, clingy, obsessed with laptop keyboards, and somehow escapes from his pen at night just to curl up on your chest like a fuzzy little Houdini.
He has also attempted diplomacy by extending a paw to an elder housecat, BK, who extended one right back.
A hard paw.
With claws out.
Ouch.
Alas, Mister Delta is still trying to win the heart of BK. But luckily, the two felines are beginning to warm up to one another, as just the other day they tolerated being in the same room together for 30 whole minutes. During this tender bonding moment, BK scarfed down a warm bowl of chicken-flavored kitten food, which was indeed intended for Mister Delta’s consumption. Oh well! She announced her completion of the Deltoid’s meal with one crisp hiss and vanished into the night like a fat entity.
But Mister Delta remains unbothered. He is here for snuggles, snacks, and full-time attention. Jackson didn’t know it needed a kitten with satellite ears, but now we all do.
