Amalia reached down to caress the cat’s left ear. The animal reacted badly, scratching her hand before running to hide.
Washing the blood in the sink, she evaluated if keeping the tiny wild thing was a good idea.
Of course it was. She brought him home because he was freezing and starving, meowing desperately behind a trash can. To leave him there to die wasn’t an option.
It was her mistake to force physical contact without waiting for permission. As a woman, she should have known better.
That afternoon “Scratchy” got a name and a new home.
Washing the blood in the sink, she evaluated if keeping the tiny wild thing was a good idea.
Of course it was. She brought him home because he was freezing and starving, meowing desperately behind a trash can. To leave him there to die wasn’t an option.
It was her mistake to force physical contact without waiting for permission. As a woman, she should have known better.
That afternoon “Scratchy” got a name and a new home.
