part of 100 themes challenge. Kubota POV.
Lost (a dice 26 moment)
Even though he looked calm in his sleep, every now and then he'd twitch and moan. I didn't really know what to do, should I hug him, or stroke his back.
I never dealt with cats like this one.
Why did I even pick up this cat? He was lost in the streets of this damned city, and I could've just walked past. I didn't really need to have any companions in my life, I was okay alone. Used to it. No one to care about, no one caring about me. But then, I saw this cat on the street, still and cold, but alive.
I picked it up.
Was he lost? Or was he abandoned? I have no clue. He's lying here, in my room, steadily breathing warm air, and sleeping.
I don't know what to do.
Should I wake him up? Or let him sleep?
He'll be hungry… I need to go shopping, but I don't want to leave him alone.
What if he wakes up and gets scared?
I gently touched his skin, looking for bruises or anything that can help me understand him.
When he threw me on the bed and cuddled against me, I was so bemused that I was left thoughtless for the longest time in my life.
I didn't know what to do with this cat.
I was at a complete loss at what will happen next.
It was a refreshing experience, to be lost with someone.
I wouldn't be lost alone anymore.