I could hardly get my bags into the bus: a 19-kg backpack, another 2 not-so-very-light handbags and uRMa’s cat carrier. I put my backpack on a chair and the carrier on another one.
‘What do you have there? A little kitty?’ the lady sitting opposite to me asked.
‘Yes, it’s my cat.’
She looked again.
‘Aww, she’s so nice! Isn’t she cold?’
‘Well, hope not :) We’ll be home in a minute, anyway.’
‘Where are you from?’
‘Baia Mare.’
‘Oh, that’s so far away. Did she like the train ride?’
‘No, not exactly. But I gave her some pills and she slept most of the time.’
‘:)) Really?’
‘Yes :)’
‘Where are you getting off?’
‘At the next stop.’
‘Well, you’d better put you backpack back on, cause we’re almost there. And let me help you with the carrier.’
‘No, you don’t have to. I can do it, really.’
‘No, no, no. I want to help you.’
‘Gee, thank you very much.’
‘:)’
She carried the carrier for me right to the entrance to my block, tough she lived some blocks away and she had to go back. It was damn nice of her to help me. Yeah, Bucharest is still full of surprises :)
Original post for BlogofRomania.
Ionuca is the mother of a 6 months old kitty called uRMa.