Salem’s BFF

Not two months after bringing Salem to the neighborhood, he’s become the popular kid.

I let him out in the evenings to lounge on the front porch and mind the yard. In early August, I noticed a little tabby peeking his head from around the corner of our fence. Every couple of days he’d inch closer but always scurry away when I tried to approach him.

Now it’s all good and my porch is the hangout. As soon as I let Salem out, the little tabby is there waiting for him. They touch noses and settle upon the porch railing to mind the yard together.

Last night, he got up the nerve to inquire about me. (Notice Salem’s tail hanging over the rail.)

Ya’ll know this kills me. I’m a SUCKER for strays. (My parents are nodding.) And though this sweet little thing runs every time I open the door, I’m afraid one day he won’t and then I’ll have to pet him, and then I’ll have to feed him, and then he’ll look at me with those big amber eyes and ask, “ARE YOU MY MOTHER?” And then he will be mine, all mine.

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