I snatched her from her home…

Lethe is the most aggressive cat out of the lot of them. With long black fur identifying her as the harbringer of bad luck I am sure that we’d get along fine. The mother, as if sensing what’s about to happen, came back from outside and gaver her daughter the final full body licking. As if to prepare the bride to be married off.

I am not used to be needed by another. Lethe’s very vocal about getting attention on the ride home and when I ignored her completely, she just perch on my shoulder to watch the road ahead.

It is strange to have something that you know will stay with you for a long time to interact with. It almost feels like an extension of yourself. Even if I am wasting my time doing nothing, she’s learning something new and will later teach me. It seems that I will feel more peaceful when there’s no plan for a weekend.