☕️ Adventures in Learning

A Saturday Caesura

Cold settled to the bottom of the sky this week, left glitter hanging in trees, spread a generous helping of white over autumn’s abandoned and decaying glory. The night the cold arrived, a stray kitten found a warm hideaway shelter, curled its baby tail around its pink baby nose and settled into that deep, world-abandoning sleep recognizable in babies of all shapes and sizes. In the early(ish) morning, the little kitten, a soft-grey tabby, went on an unplanned, very un-kitten-like adventure — to school.

The stowaway was not discovered until the student pulled into the school parking lot and heard something other than the usual purr of his truck engine. And so it was that kitty, smelling slightly of engine oil and still oblivious of the dangers of fan belts, found himself tucked into a flannel-lined jean jacket and smuggled into Room 210. Not that the secrecy part of the smuggling operation was particularly successful. The teacher, somewhat experienced with reading student body language and quite knowledgeable in techniques of interrogation, was quick to spy the bulging jacket, ferreted out an equally quick confession, and further declared that if kittens were going to attend English class, then she, as the teacher, would exercise her authority by being the first to cuddle it. Which she did. Of course.

And so it was that kitty found new warm shelters in various laps, explored an intriguing maze of legs (human and non-human), left tiny paw-prints on papers and desk tops, tapped a few Chromebook keys for good measure, and purred and purred and purred (and meowed), and then, oh glory of all glories, lapped up a dish of goodness made from three creamers smuggled (successfully) from the staff-room fridge, the contents mixed with a bit of water, and, once that was gone, munched on a generous scoop of tomato-basil flavoured tuna graciously donated from someone’s lunch. Oh, that all un-kitty-like adventures could result in such bounty, such an embarrassment of riches.

Any suspicions about how much school-work was actually done that class are probably warranted. Kittens are magnets and there is nothing in the high school English curriculum about magnets. Or kittens for that matter. Nothing. Nada. However, there is an entire general outcome related to collaboration and group work, and if one were to assess the class ability to collaborate based on their collective responsiveness to kitty’s frequent meowing and their ability to offer lap-space in an equitable manner without any squabbling, then it could be argued that, even in Grade 12, having a kitten in class is conducive to learning. And if the quality of learning was gauged by the full, round kitty-belly and the steady, rumbling purr, then the class certainly achieved a standard of excellence that day.

3 thoughts on “☕️ Adventures in Learning”

  1. Oh how I enjoyed reaching this endearing kitty tale!! I shall have to read it to my JoyBear, Bearcub, TinkerBear, BunnyBear, all of whom simply adore Kitties in all stages!

    Thank you! 🤗

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  2. Charis,
    What a delightful story! This story makes me want to rescue a kitten again. We had our Dusty for 15 years but last October he went to live with a nephew since we were moving to a retirement facility. After six months there we moved out and into a senior rental community. We now have our own house and are allowed to have up to three pets. We see our Dusty occasionally but after a year he has bonded well with my nephew and his other pets. Your story brings another push to get another little one. Now, if I can persuade your uncle of the wisdom and enjoyment of this idea!😌

    I’m curious, are you the teacher?

    Darlene Gardner. 😊


    1. How wonderful to hear from you here, Darlene! I’m glad you enjoyed the story – it is a true one, and yes, I am the teacher 😊. A kitty sounds like a perfect companion for you and Uncle Noel! Trust that you both are doing well ❤️


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