the thirteenth

So, there used to be this little black cat that waited at the top of my street for me each afternoon. He would come up to my front door and scratch at it until he'd see me and meow.

Then one day he was gone.

I felt hollow and empty, i had a connection with him like no other, it felt more like a spirit than a cat.

Then a ginger cat appeared... he was nothing like the black cat, but he proved himself to be sincere and followed me around in the mornings. i would buy cat food and feed her, and she would purr with excitement.

Then one day she was gone too.

months passed...

Until the neighbours moved in next door, along with them was this lovely cat, with captivating eyes and an honest personality. It took a while, but now this kitty waits for me every afternoon and follows me each morning. He scratches at the door, purrs when i scratch behind his ears, and headbutts my leg. In return i talk to him, just small conversation... actually i think the cat knows some of my secrets too.

So, this is the third cat, my mother is constantly commenting on how i keep attracting cats to the house. I really don't know why, i must either have a cat personality or maybe i was one in my past life... all i do know is that cats seem to feel a connection with me and i one with them.

     

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