The Cat With No Name
This is what the first one looked like
She isn't really my cat but I like to call it that. I didn't even know if it was a male or a female so I call her a she.
I don't know what her name is and where she came from but she still always came to me. I first spotted her in my garden when she came to our glass door as it was open a bit. Nobody else was at home so I went outside to greet her.
Usually every cat ran away except Fat George down the road, but this cat was special, she came up to me and started purring, it was very unexpected.
So I let her in the house and gave her some cat food that we had since our neighbors asked us to look after their cat while they went on holiday.
She ate the whole thing and went to sleep in my favorite armchair. I came to sit next to her in the armchair because she was awfully small compared to the Maine Coon that we looked after.
As soon as I sat down she got up and got on my lap and walked round in circles until finally she settled in a comfy place and fell asleep again. Soon I fell asleep as well.
What woke me up was a mewing sound. She was standing by the glass door to our back garden and begging me to let her out. Instantly I slid the door open and let her out. As soon as she could fit through the space she bounded away over the fence and far away.
After that she came every day at the same time. after some time I researched that she was a Bengal brown spotted tabby. Sometimes she brought her sister or brother with her.
She came every day and even slept under our bush at night or at least that was where I found her at dawn until one day she just didn't come anymore.
Instead of her, her sister came. But she was different, she was more shy but she still loved me the same. She did everything that the other cat did except she would never come into my house unlike the other always did. And speak of the devil she has just appeared at by glass back door.