After walking around the block last night in the dark making my kitty calls of “psss psss psss” and not seeing her, my heart sank. Here in the dry desert it’s been raining for 48 hours accompanied by howling winds especially at night. And after once more not seeing my kitty cat, I hung my head and returned home feeling defeated. But just as I was about to turn the key to my security gate lock, Miso jumped onto the stoop and meowed at me.
Miso. That’s what I named her.
This kitty is either really small, or about seven months old.
How can anyone look into these eyes and want to kill her with poison? Monsters.
As I mentioned before my building doesn’t allow pets but fuck them. My girl is getting something to eat and a place to sleep tonight if she wants it. I gotta move.
That, and look at that carpet!
The little kitty girl followed me through the gate, up the stairs and into my apartment where I fed and watered her. I kept the doors open so Miso knew she could leave any time she wanted.
She’d never been in my apartment before. I’ve only fed her on the street when I see her. Now she knows where I live.
When Miso was done eating she investigated my apartment, rubbed up against everything leaving her scent, knocked over two lamps, then she let me pick her up for exactly 20 seconds and hold her, then went back downstairs and sat on the stoop.
Miso sat on my stoop for a little while, cleaning her paws. She looked over her shoulder a couple of times before
disappearing into the night.
She doesn’t like the seafood patè as much as the chopped chicken.
Kids. No taste.
She’s not feral but she’s not an indoor cat either. She reminds me of... me.
Unlike this woman. Can we get a comb or a brush in this bitch’s hair?
Errands.
I gotta pay some bills
Then bruise some knuckles.
Another typical Friday night for grandma la strange.
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