Adopted by a feral cat

Another morning in Feralcatville. . . The sun is just starting to rise over the eastern horizon. Another day in a seemingly endless expanse of them. . . Mini Scaredy is curled up sleeping at the bottom of my blankets. She’s been sleeping like that for the last 8 hours straight. Periodically, I’ll wake up during the course of the night, and I’ll feel her pressed up against my legs. And I’ll carefully roll over on my other side, so as not to disturb her sleep, or mistakenly roll over on top of her. . . It’s weird how Mini Scaredy adopted me. Just claimed me as her own. . . It’s just one of those things that happens between humans and their pets, I guess.

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