Sasha Spirit
I found a small cat on the walk home from the subway. She is a dark grey with a slightly lighter
grey around her eyes and mouth. Her tail is striped and capped with a dab of white (as if she
had dipped her tail in paint). If the sun hits her fur at the right angle a constellation of spots is
revealed. She walked up to me like we knew each other, and I easily picked her up and took her
home with me.
I have been putting off writing this post because I feel this is meant to be. I no longer wish to
find her original owner, as we have developed a sturdy codependency; trading canned-food for
affection. We need each other.
…Don’t attempt to bribe me with any sort of monetary reward. Our bond has no ransom. I’m
keeping your cat.