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She met a cat down the street to the old people's home. Well she did not see the kitten, she heard him trying to get attention.
After she had been mentally recharged, talking to old and young guys, she went back to her home, a few hours trip with public transportation.
She heard the cat again and "called" him, it was dark and he hid in some bushes. They got to know eachother a little bit better, he liked to be petted by her. Bright orange and white, rather young.
she had to say goodbye at the busstop, he even tried to follow her.
She said: "My friend, I hope you have a good home and hope to see you next time!".

At this time in my life I do not have a cat but animals are very important to me. They represent different feelings for me, from fun to insecurity, playtime and fuzzy warmth.

Will this post only be about cats? Who cares about them, except for the people who adore cats?
Well maybe this is my first post.
It starts a bit kind how my mind runs around the last two years.