The Black and White Striped Cat

I was never a big lover of cats, until one day a finally met one that called my attention like never before. It was from the streets, I supposed that it was damaged but that once it had a owner, because whenever I try to pet her, she let me.

I realized that it was a "she" and she was a very pretty cat, maybe not for the taste of everybody but I liked it. It was a black and white striped, very exquisite cat. I tried to get her for myself by brought it to my home but it didn't want to, but she followed me to my house, maybe a little reluctantly, but you know how cats can be, surlys, and then she left.

Afther few days the gorgeous cat appeared in my house, I was very excited about it, she remembered me and the way to my home. I pet her and again she let me, I gave her milk and tuna, but after a while she left, again. This occasionals visits became very often for a cat. But  I enjoyed them like never I had.

I played with her, I pet it day and night when she was at home. I became attached to the cat like nothing else in the world. She taught me about being a cat and her life. I felt that she had some affection for me like I did for her. She was with me for a while, I thought that it was going to be my lifetime partner. I used to sit in the bed and talk to her, although she didn't speak to me I felt like it could understand me.

I loved that little cat, I try to give it the best, well you know how cats can be, surlys,  in one occasion it bite me but I left it do it, I suppose that my games and petting are tough for such a fine animal.

One day I took it for a walk, we used to be together all the time, of course it never stop to do its cats things, so I was never used to put it a strap. Until the moment that it wanted to take a different path than we used to have, it was there when we had a confrontation, well as you may have a confrontation with a cat, but I tried so hard to put it the strap but she didn't wanted so then the worst came I mistreated the little cat, it was so innocent and I was so upset. She looked me with an expression that told me that she was affraid, affraid of me, very human expression if you ask.

And then the cat ran away.
She ran away and slipped from me. I tried to go after her but her nature made it faster and better than me, the cat came into the woods until get to the city and disappeared in the city.
So I stand there, missing my cat, that beautiful black and white striped cat and little chubby cheeks and its majesty and fluency.

I never put her a name, because the affection we had to each other was enough to be together.
I'm gonna miss you little cat, I hope one day cats can read and you read this little memo.

Hope to see you soon.
Your regretful owner H. Andrews