“Here, kitty, kitty, kitty”, I call out to the scraggly cat that wanders our neighbourhood, the one with a mark on her forehead that makes her look like she’s a feline Super(wo)man.
She’s very coy, especially of humans who wear dog prints on their tee-shirts. I’d have to agree. If I wanted to earnestly tend to her, I should have changed into something better. From her POV I look like a dog lover.
She’s still wary. Her eyes are slits and she’s crouching low, looking ready to dart away. I inch closer and she takes a few measured feline steps back. The fur on her back is standing up like porcupine needles.
“Look what I got you? Don’t be scared,” I coo. She still doesn’t believe me. So I spread out the bag of food on the concrete. I hope the stray wind catches its scent and carries it right into her pretty pink nose.
It does. Oh joy!
She pads towards me finally. Is it possible to pack sheepish arrogance and wariness in a few steps? I believe only cats can do that.
She’s now sniffing at the food. It’s fish bones, a little chicken and rice. She’s still sniffing. What? Eat, little rascal you!
She lifts her wee head up at me and meows in disdain. ‘You brought me leftovers, human!’ I can see her complaint in her marmalade eyes.
There’s a moment when she and I are both staring at each other. She’s asking me, “Is that all?” I spread out my empty palms. I’m mind-talking to a cat now!
She closes her eyes like she’s thinking, “Geez but what can you expect from a dog lover?”
She turns her backside to me and catwalks away, her emaciated tail standing upright. Even that tail has an attitude.
I stay, rebuffed by a stray.
In response to the Daily Prompt: Tend
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