My US History teacher is standing outside the school with like 20 cats of various ages, and three or four dogs. It's the lunch period, so a bunch of people are out there with him. Everyone is playing with the animals, joking around, or just watching.
When the bell rings, Mr. Pack gathers up all the animals and brings them through the school to his room. I am busy tying my shoe, so I'm pretty far behind everyone else. When I stand up to go in, I see that Pack has forgotten at least 5 kittens, and they are wandering around on a little plot of land. I'm super worried about them getting lost, so I decide I'll bring them in for Pack.
Just in case they run away and people need to know what they look like, I draw small pictures of them on my arm in sharpies. Then I pick all of them up at once and zip them into my hoodie so I won't drop them. I walk through the school with my jacket bulging and squirming, and try to keep the soft mewls from disturbing anyone else.
When I finally get into Pack's room, and I open up my jacket and put each of the kittens down with the other ones. Instead of looking grateful, my teaher is trying not to laugh, while other students don't bother with that discretion and burst into giggles. I don't understand what's going on until Pack says, "You know they could have stayed outside right? They wouldn't leave the school property. And you also wouldn't have such a mess on yourself.
When I looked down I see that the kittens had peed on my shirt during their short ride, and there were little rips in the cloth from their tiny claws. Feeling mortally embarrassed, I head to the Nurses Station and change my clothes behind a screen. Of course the animals would have been fine, why do I worry so much?
