It always sat in one spot. A cat with white fur and brown spots. When I meet its eyes, it would stare so curiously. I always wondered what it saw when it looked at me. I often tried to sit in a spot far away from it. However, one day I sat at a bench close to it and It meowed at me. I looked around.
“Are you talking to me?”
It perked at my voice. As it did it stood and began to approach me.
It jumped in my lap so suddenly. A soft purr escaped its mouth as it rubbed against me. It was such a sweet cat. I couldn’t help but tear up.
Many thoughts came to mind. Is it lost? Does it have a home? It seemed so fond of me already. I wonder if it watches me on purpose.
Hesitantly, I began to stoke it. It had such a sweet meow.
“Oh, is that your cat?”
I looked up to see a woman standing in front of me. She was eyeing the cat with a cooing look.
“No, It’s a stray.”
“A stray?” She looked at the cat with an expression of sympathy. “You poor thing. You must be lonely.”
I never thought of it that way. Yet at the same time it seemed to be free. It seemed to be looking for its own. As far as that curious stare goes it was still strong.
“Do you have any ideas of what to do with it” she asked as she looked at me.
I looked down to see it eying me. It looked at me with such honest eyes.
“I kinda want to keep it. It has been here for a while. So, I assume it has no home.”
“That would be lovely. After all it seems to like you a lot.”
The cat meowed as I pat its head again.
“Hmm, Well then!” She said as she clapped her hands together. “Let’ starts making you a new parent.”
A smile formed on my face faster than I could imagine.
“Well, Kitty. Do you want a home?”
It purred as I pat it.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”