Kitten

When I was a child, a black cat used to roam around our shop. Sometimes I was allowed to play with her. I didn't really, I just got close a little. Our encounters were mostly sharing snacks. I would give the cat half of each of my cheese puffs! I can't remember when or how but I was once attacked by that very cat. It was decided then that I was not a cat person. Trust is important for me you see. When I open up, when I share, it means something!

This post ought to have been a much better one, but my day was taken up by accommodating our newly adopted cat. As she finally climbed up on my chest and started purring loudly continuously for nearly 10 minutes, I tried to gather my thoughts and ideas for the 100th times today, with no luck.

I purred inside too, I thought there are many more days in February, maybe this one is just meant to be kitty focused. 

She's 7 months old, I haven't named her yet.

For now, more important decisions are at stake; let her sleep in my bed / my room / or outside altogether!?