Where Is All the Kitten Poop? Part I

Investigative Journalist Ron Wonstein
Midnight, October the 8th

I got my day started in the usual Manayunk fashion. Up, showered and readied, eaten and out the door. I arrived at my car early enough to hate myself for holding a job that requires me to be first out of town every day in a neighborhood populated mostly by commuters.

This day was different. Today I wouldn't go to work, I wouldn't get harassed I wouldn't be bullied I wouldn't have to hide with the Janitor from 3-6 in an abandoned corner office while the executives held their weekly "loyalty reviews".

Today I would see a kitten and wonder just where it pooped.

I don't mean specifically this little black button, I mean all cats. I see white cats, black cats, white and black cats, and dirty cats all over this town. Babies, grown ups, grandfathers, dads, uncles, brothers and others.

But I've never seen the poop to prove they're really there and it's not just my medication.

Today lead investigative Journalist Ron Wonstein would find the poop. He would find the poop and then he would find some more. Eventually, he'd find something that wasn't ever meant to be found.

He would find - Mama Kitten. And her poop too.