One week has passed since
then. I often came here on the rainy
day, he would feed me and play with me, not long this place has became like a
home to me. I started living there, and I became more interested in him.
His name is Claude, He is
a kind person, he would greet anyone on the street, he work as a painter,his
painting are beautiful,however he always keep those painting hidden in his
atelier. He is a cheerful person,but sometimes he would gaze out with a lonely eyes .
I know he just like me,we both has experience the same thing. I don’t know what it is. But
that’s what make me feel comfortable with me.
I am a stray cat, I live on the street cause i don’t find it comfortable living with human.........
But Claude is an exception, so maybe I won’t be a stray again for a while..........
Because Claude is nice after all.........
