Wednesday, July 25, 2007
:: We call her Figaro ::
This little kitty has been coming to our door since we moved in last October. I thought she was a kitten, but she may be just a little kitty. She's no bigger today than she was the first day she sang for her supper. She looks healthy. Her fur is silky, her eyes are clear.
We are allowed "One" cat. Ahem. So we cannot keep her. No. Out of our hands. Well, once, when her crying was so pitiful it tore at my heart, I held the door open for a really long time and looked the other way. (The landlord can't hold us responsible for a cat that visits, right?) She didn't come in. Not even for a visit. But she keeps coming back to our front door, and she sings and sings.
No matter how many times I feed her,
she keeps coming back.
Silly little kitty.