Maybe not the most original name, but it just feels right to me. The first time I saw this guy was on the way to the bus stop one cold and early morning, close to my home. He was perched on a wall surrounding a house, and he squeaked at me! A good start to the day, already. I scratched him a bit and went on my way.

A week or so later, when I was on the way back from the grocery store, I saw him off in the tall grass around the same area I first saw him. I did a little cat call (ever since our first childhood cat, I’ve just assumed all cats like the same “psstpsstpsst”, as wrong as that may be), and he plodded on over, squeaking all the way! It’s now hitting me how silly this write-up is, but OH WELL.

I gave him an egg and he was super great and fulla purrs and yis :3