Gentle Magic

And just like that, one fine night a little starved waif rubs against my ankle. Looking into my eyes, letting out a meowing plea for help and love. And thick high walls that were built to keep out pain, to cope with grief, came crumbling down. As I held him in my arms, it was like she came back to me. It was like gazing into her eyes. It was like the cat shaped hole in my heart was slowly getting filled by the gentle soul sent for this very purpose. 

 

Welcome Pogayan Pussycat… Welcome home.

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