a pussycat? in pussycat's apartment?

it was any other typical night at my apartment. i had returned from picking up my dry cleaning, went back out to grab a retrodor aux grains from my local boulanger, and came home to wind down for the night. i finished up some writing and was about to take a nice hot bath. then i heard a noise. meowing. i listened. more meowing. was there a kitty outside my door? yayayay a kitty! kitties melt my heart. my cold, baby-hating heart loves kitties, and the smaller, the better. i went to my door and began to open my locks. then i looked down at the ground. a tiny little black kitten walked out of my bedroom towards me. it was purring and let out a couple squeaks. where had this creature come from? it was just precious!

my first thought on where it had appeared from was a little vent i recently saw in my bathroom, above my shower, next to the ceiling. i had never seen it before, but as it has been getting colder, i heard it blowing hot air into my bathroom this weekend. im guessing that my upstairs neighbors just turned on their heater. anyway, my guess was that the kitty had come from the vent.

i didn't care, i had fallen madly in love. i had the biggest smile on my face. i gave my new kitty some milk. we played on my floor. i petted the beautiful little kitten, wondering where on earth i could find a little box in my neighborhood. i remembered that i had a can of tuna in my cupboard, and i was ready to open it up.

then my doorbell rang. my doorbell never rings. i knew it was kitty's owner. TRISTE! he was a very nice young man and the look of relief on his face after me opening the door and holding his little kitten was wonderful. the kitten's name is bibo and he lives on the third floor.

between the gay man who loved my karen millen and the little kitten that would, my heart has been melted. my heart is happy.

mom, can i have a kitten from christmas?