The kitty was his polar opposite. It was chaotic. It shed on his freshly pressed slacks. It left muddy paw prints on his spotless kitchen floor. It brought him "gifts"—first a desiccated maple leaf, then a slightly chewed lottery ticket (a loser), and finally, the head of a field mouse, which it deposited delicately on his leather briefcase.
She purred in agreement.
And so, John Persons, the man of gray suits and navy ties, became John Persons, the man with the cat. He still didn't know what to do with love. But he was learning. One tiny, rusty mew at a time. john persons kitty
He just held on.
That night, he wrote a check to the local animal shelter for five hundred dollars. He ordered a plush cat bed from an online store (it was lavender, a color he had never before allowed into his home). And he finally gave the kitty a name. The kitty was his polar opposite