Anlar
Saw a dirty white cat this morning. He had a little dangling booger on his nose, and his fur was shaggy and unkempt. He kept circling around people’s legs, as if aching for attention, while staying alert to a dog wandering nearby. I watched him for a while, then couldn’t hold myself back anymore—I leaned down and petted him. He immediately pushed his head back into my palm, and a hoarse, raspy “MEow” came out. His face looked like he had the flu. I had to gently push him away with my foot before stepping into the elevator, so he wouldn’t follow me inside.