Tuesday, July 17, 2007
This little guy breaks my heart. I found him huddled under a balcony (it was raining) a little more than a week ago when I went to get my bike outside my house. At first he ran away, frightened, but then he came back to me.
He is so beautiful, and such a nice cat, but painstakingly skinny. I've been feeding him since, and I try to find him a new home (no, Izzy didn't accept him so we can't adopt him, I tried twice already). He waits for me everyday now. Yesterday evening I came home 11.15 pm - I parked my bike and "tip tip tip", there he was, softly purring and telling me "Welcome home (and, by the way, I'd like to get some dinner now)".
I named him Fredrik, for certain reasons. Ahem.