Okay, I lied, it was two, maybe three nights ago.
The cat was scrawny and it spooked easily. It was grey and it had stripes.
I asked Patricia to bring out some food for it.
It was really hot out and I noticed how hot it was while I was waiting for her.
The cat came out from the car and I put the bowl as close to him as I could without spooking him.
He didn’t try and eat it. He went away when I got closer.
I put the bowl closer again but he didn’t want it.
I brought it inside to give to Charlie and Abbey.
I thought about the cat for a minute when I came upstairs. I hoped he had a home.
I thought about the cat again when I was at my parents’ house for a barbecue today, when I told the story.
It wasn’t a very interesting story but I’m not very interesting anymore.
I thought about the cat again when I was trying to think of something to write down here.
It isn’t a very interesting story but I’m not very interesting anymore.
The story isn’t important, though. It’s how I tell it.
And I didn’t do a great job of that either.