Every day I see her. She lays in my yard and stares back at me. Long slow blinks. And then she's gone. One too-quick movement from me startles her and she takes off. We haven't been able to share our front yard. Until yesterday. I walked over. She didn't run. Instead she sniffed and rolled and rubbed. She just wants a little love.
Now I just have to come up with a name. Or I'll end up just referring to her as "cat."
