This skinny dude accosted me as I was leaving my studio... I told him that I’d take him in if he was still there when I get back. I swore when my best friend, Alice, passed away last June that I’d never take in another mammal, but this guy was so friendly and talkative, like climbing up my legs and walking with me like a puppy, and my daughter talks all the time about how badly she wants a cat in her life, and her 7th birthday is tomorrow... fuck.
I hope he has a home somewhere. I can’t handle it in the best of times, and certainly can’t now.