Little Friend

A tiny kitty is meowing outside of my window tonight.

A tiny little friend.

He's apparently lost his mommy.

He's so sad.

I bet he's hungry.

Or thirsty.

We have milk in the fridge.

His little eyes are reflecting pools of sadness.

My heart pitter patters with his little voice.

Buster could love him.

Molly would pee herself with excitement.

Maybe Chris isn't really allergic to kitties.

Faker.

Stay strong girl, stay strong.