She came today.
She hasn't come for a lot of days. It's too cold. But today she came. Today is Christmas Eve and she came for me.
She is happy today. She talks a lot endless chatter as she sticks a handful of food in my cage, which I gratefully eat up. I am hungry, and it's cold.
She doesn't stop talking. I don't know what she is saying. She knows I don't know. Or maybe she doesn't. Maybe she thinks I know. But anyway, she doesn't stop talking. I listen to her, glad of her voice in the glum silence. The others listen too. They are lonely, like me.
Cat, I can take you home now, she says. She says it in Human and I purr at her. I have no idea what she is talking about.
Cat, we have enough money, she says. Her eyes sparkle in the gloom like something shiny dropped in dog dung. Her eyes sparkle in the gloom like hope. I nuzzle her outstretched hand. I have no idea what she is hopeful about.
Cat, you're my Christmas present, she tells me. I flick my tail. She keeps talking. She says,