Feral Cat

[Volaticus]

I had a girl that told me she was a cat,
that she only looked like a woman
because she was a goddess
named Bast.

And concrete reality would have got me nowhere in that situation.

She's the one that gave me the cat.

She found him at a garbage landfill.

He was wild.
But I loved him.

I still do.

Concrete reality allows no solace there.

It definitely doesn't allow any solace.
I just love it when people care about (feral) animals. But it's tough when they aren't there anymore.