snakeplissken

As I prepared dinner l saw a Calico cat staring at me intently from the patio. It's a stray that roams the neighborhood; skittish around people. I walk up to the sliding glass and slowly open it. The stray seems oblivious. I slide open the screen as I squat down. The stray is curious, but wary. Barely past a kitten in age, long haired and unkempt. I hold my hand out the gap in the screen. The Calico approaches, smells my fingers and rubs it's face on my still hand, having decided I mean no harm. A good scritching behind the ears and I've made a friend, who proceeds to flop over on her belly and bat at my hand. I stand up, the cat jumps a little. I step back inside and return to my cooking. The stray watches me for awhile, then wanders off.

Come back and see me some time little friend.