Where does she go when her home isn’t her home?
I am worried about her. This girl whom I love so much. I am worried that her home would one day turn into a dungeon where she would be tortured by the people whom she should’ve loved but couldn’t love because these people whom she should’ve loved couldn’t love her imperfections. And day after day after day I feel empty because she’s no different than a street cat just searching for a home somewhere. In a place where people loves cats. In a place where cats are appreciated.
And here I am in a place where people are okay with cats hoping to love her and appreciate her on the day when she finally comes running back into my soft paws and sharp claws that will forever love her and annoy her.