on tuesday of last week, a little grey cat came up on my porch and talked to ruby through the window.
on sunday the cat said hi to me outside my apartment door. i reached down to pet her (him?) and felt ribs under the fur. skinny kitty! i put a handful of food outside, which she ate up.
yesterday, skinny kitty followed me from the parking lot up to my apartment. actually - led the way. she knows where i live. another handful of food. how could i not?
today she appeared again. yet another handful of food.
true or false: i'm in trouble.
(does skinny kitty have a home or not? does she have a lot of friends who are putting out handfuls of food, or am i the only one? is this the first fatal step toward becoming skinny kitty's mama? i certainly don't need skinny kitty, but i can't let her go hungry!)
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