March 21, 2007
I picked up the hump of sweater-cat and hugged it to me for a while until I felt it was a little warm. Then I set it back down and rolled down my car window. I asked everyone around if they had lost a cat or knew the cat. They barely looked at me, everyone intent on getting out of the cold. I went to the service station on the corner and asked there as well. No one knew anything about this cat. So, tired and cold, I headed home. Just me, my cat, my sweater, and my cold car.