Stray cat.

Have you ever felt like a stray cat? Not one of those cute, friendly ones, either. I'm talking like, an alley cat. The kind that's wary of human contact because she's been hurt before. She wants to trust the hand that's extended to her, but experience warns her away. No matter how much she wants to, she can't trust the offer of kindness.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one.

Who would understand if I brought this up in conversation? A shrink, I suppose. Not that I'd ever go to one. I'd rather talk to people who know me. But honeslty, why would they listen to this idiocy?

If they wanted to know how I feel, I'd like to think they would ask.

I could wait until Judgement day. I'd be wasting my time.

If only every stray cat could find a home...