I’m the kind of person who says “Hey there” to all cats (much to the embarrassment of the MysteryMan, but he’s got to live with it). So as usual when I saw this adorable ginger stray kitty in my building complex, I stopped and said Hi to him. He was supremely aloof, disdainful even. Well it’s not easy to earn a cat’s friendship.
One day I saw that he had a scary injury on his ribs. It was almost a hole really. (Don’t worry this is a happy story). It was then that I started leaving out food for him. He was too scared to venture closer to me, and I could do nothing about his wound. Luckily he healed like magic (all by himself) and he grew to trust me. One time, he had a bad bout of cat flu. He turned up looking like a scarecrow of a cat, and coughing all the time. He didn’t even want to eat. I got him home and got a vet to see him. One shot and the flu cleared up like magic. Ever since he began to follow me around. The High-and-mighty cat had turned stalker!
So now, the moment I put a single foot out of the house, I see a whiz of ginger run towards the gate. (I think he keeps tabs on me). He then follows me to my bike, hops on to the seat and demands food.
I think I have a better chance of passing Gandalf! So yes, I cannot pass until I feed him. No matter if I get late to work. No matter if I’ve skipped my own breakfast. Ginger boy must be fed and petted!
PS: Now that he has adopted me, I call him Ronnie.