The cat

It is a year already since I moved into this apartment. I still think of that black cat sometimes. I met that cat outside of my old place. He is so smart and wanted to find a "home". He ever followed me into the building and tried to follow me in the elevator. I felt very sorry for not being able to keep him.

After that, I bought some cat food and fed him whenever I saw him. He kind of liked me and trusted me. He could let me close to him and even touch him. The last time I saw him, he was with another cat. He knew my car. I parked my car and went close to them. The other cat run away, but he did not. I left him some dry food.

Not long after that, I moved out of that building, and never saw him again. I still have the cat food. If it is not expired yet, I should give it away to friend who has cats. I really want to see him again and hope he found a company. Then I will feel happy about that.