a strange feeling.
He's like a stray cat. When I reached out for him, he wasn't there. But now that I've given up, he brushes up my leg while I stand in my garden. I don't know. I can't seem to get rid of him for good and I'm not sure I really want to. I can't keep him. My own house cat wouldn't have it and I don't expect him to. I shouldn't let him in, he's never done anything but tear me to shreds. Hmm.