Coffee and a Cat

As I awaken, the soft chirps of blue jays seem to fill my ears. I steadily drew back my curtains, finding myself enveloped by the warm light of the sun. After putting on an outfit along with my treasured overcoat, I head out onto the quiet walkway. A familiar sound of clinking glasses drifts in the distance, drawing me near. Following the majestic noise, I step into the entrance of an old café. I pick up my favorite caramel latte, nodding to the friendly staff, and settle down in a chair out front. Admiring the nearby shops, I sipped the beverage slowly, fidgeting with the cup in my hands. Though the sun had made its way past sunrise, the street remained cool and dimly lit. Every few minutes, a stranger would pass by looking busy, wrapped into themselves. 

Post gulping down my last swig, I stretched grandly and let out a yawn equivalent to a lion's mighty roar. As I tossed out my garbage, a stray feline strode over. Shy, it followed behind silently as I walked. After walking past a few shops, I turned and met eyes with the petite animal. For a moment that seemed quite long, I stared into its wide emerald eyes. Often associated with bad luck, such creatures are detested and even abandoned. However, the shadowy thing only fueled me with affection rather than fear or worry. Squatting to approach the cat at a less frightening height, I gently stroked its head. Just as I began to retract my hand, a hushed purr escaped the cat and it nudged my palm with its wet nose. Saddened, I decided to take it with me. As if it knew its circumstances, the dark pile of fur allowed me to draw it up into my arms. Grinning from ear to ear, I carried the cat home.

Gladiolus. I'm naming him Gladiolus.