Pretty White Kitty
I met the cutest kitty today walking home. I'm only going to give single-sentence highlights to cut out most of the "girly language" save time.
Kitty was rather slow to notice me, and when it did, it tried--rather unsuccessfully--in the recently-mowed lawn.
I sat down, and it came closer. We It tried to cuddle me. I petted it. It climbed into my lap. Very demanding kitty; wouldn't let me take a break from scratching its neck.
It did eventually got off my lap, and I continued on my way home when I realized it was following me. If a Petunia-Dursley-wannabe had looked out of her window at that time, s/he would have thought I was walking my cat.
Now, as cute as it was, some people are going to unhappy should Kitty actually follow me home:
1. Its owner; it had an expensive-looking collar on.
2. My parents. "As if two kids and a stinky dog aren't enough!"
3. Kitty. With my luck, Bailey would probably mistake it for a new toy.
Thankfully, it was a really nice kitty that wouldn't go too far from home and we parted paths.
twinsofthesky, you are coming Monday, right? ...Doesn't matter, anyway, considering I'll probably just randomly show up on your porch with a "suspiciously heavy yet school-supply-less" backpack.