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the calico had no collar and looked quite thin and uncared for. much like her appearance now, so she decided to keep her comfort kitty.
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she looked in her pockets while holding the furry baby with one arm, her phone was there but there was a lack of her wallet.
"fuck...."
tsk tsk tsk
she mumbled while still searching for some source of cash.
there!
moments later she pulled out a frail twenty. it was enough for a taxi, and maybe dinner. she was fine with that. but without her wallet she doesn't know what to do. how will she pay her rent? purchase necessary items and take care of her new found buddy? she had no clue, no bright idea or help from her intelligent boyfriend.
in all her life was him.
he controlled everything. she trusted him. and now her mistakes are laughing in her face. but she can't start crying now. she will cry later, for now she must get home.
so she used her phone to call a uber, since no taxi was in sight. and with her luck, it began to pour. she shielded the cat with her body and waited for the uber. the poor cat shouldn't have to be cold and wet.
-calico pov
this poor flatface. she looks sad and hurt. but she is so kind to me, despite the pain i sense her feeling. despite the bruises and cuts scattered on her porcelain skin. despite the icy winds and heavy rain surrounding us.
"i'm sorry little guy, i was holding you wrong!"
she mumbled and fixed her position.
i never really noticed her mistake.
i had a urge. a weird urge to tell her "everything is okay, your doing great." a urge to hug her, love her.
but i'm just a cat after all. i can't help.
but with past owners, i never felt any real affection. they just left all the time. forgot my existence. my presence.
but she was different, i could tell just by the way she spoke to me with her honey voice, in her weird flatface language.
