Tabby

     That damned cat was always running about my yard. I've picked him up time and time again and taken him to my neighbors' houses to see if he belonged to someone, but no one claimed him.

     I feel a little bad for him, because over the past few weeks he has lost weight and his fur is matting. I just don't know what to do about him. I'd keep him, but I don't know how Elrin would do with another cat. Elrin is a brat too, always taking my food and he always attacks my feet when I'm going to work. It is endearing, but I don't appreciate it. I looked again at the tabby cat sitting in my yard and looking at me with his big, copper eyes. He really is a beautiful cat. 

    There he goes again! Fucking with my rabbit. I know cats eat rabbits, but Sky is my baby. She's like a big, fat, puffy cloud. I get up and walk toward the mangey, flea-ridden scrap of fur and stroke his back. It's gross and covered with dirt. Why didn't this fucking cat go somewhere else. My girlfriend is always wanting to bring him in, but he has fleas. I'd have to get his shots, get him neutered, give him a bath and groom the shit out of him. 

I think about it for a little bit and scoop the cat up. He would be my girlfriend's present. She has been looking at other girls lately, maybe she'll stay. Yes, I'd like that.