I've been with my girlfriend for awhile. Almost three years now. I always notice now she gets sad around this time of year, right around her birthday. I know something horrible happened to her. It wasn't until this year thay she told me. A few years ago she had a boyfriend. Another boyfriend. She lived with him. And she cheated on him with another roommate. And got pregnant. It blew up in her face, but she tried to make it work. The guy that she cheated with also tried to make it work. But the fetus didn't work. She really wanted to have that baby, even after they told her that the heart was developing outside the ribcage. She said she wouldn't abort. But when they told her about the chance of survival, the lifelong medical bills, the fact that her baby girl would never be normal... She aborted, and got a tattoo of her little girls feet on her left ankle. She tells me that she has been having terrible dreams. Dreams where she feels that she is pregnant, where she can feel life growing inside her. Not that those dreams are so bad, but she gets this sick feeling when she wakes up, and can feel her belly, and suddenly realizes that she isn't pregnant. When she realizes that there is no life inside of her. She has been like this for the past couple of weeks. Until I found the kitten. I live in the hood. The blackest, most niggerish hood in Philadelphia. Right across from a high school football field. I was out, smoking a cigarette on my stoop, when I saw the kitten. It was late at night, after a football game. The block was packed, and everyone was in there car, trying to leave the game. And there was just one, tiny kitten, all alone in the world, standing in the middle of the street, looking confused at the oncoming traffic. I did what any empathetic human would do. I rushed in front of the niggers in their SUVs and grabbed the kitten. >White boi got a cat! The niggers cackled. I took the kitten into my house, gave it food and water, and put it inside of my Dog's crate. Then I began to call everyone and anyone I knew, trying to see if they wanted a kitten. I couldn't keep it. My girlfriend and I live in a small house, and we already have three cats and a dog. I called and I called until my girlfriend got home, and she saw the tiny, defenseless kitten in a cage. >I think i found a home I told her. >That's fine. But we have to put up flyers around the neighborhood first. And then we have to get it's shots. We should keep it, for a few days. I could see it. I could see her sadness about not being a mother. I could see her need to project onto this small, mewing kitten, the need of her to have a baby. I could see the tragedy of our time all projected into this one scene A Mother without a Child, and nothing more.