Many Relationships

It happened slowly, over time. M adopted a stray cat. No, rather, the cat adopted M. He fed it one day.

The cat's a 'she', I've determined. Now that she's adopted M, she prefers to enter the home through the back door.

M brings her inside at nights now that it is cold out.

Last night, M finally got around to naming her. (It's been three months now.)

"Beyonce", he announced with pride. I tried not to cringe.


Later, M invited me over to see a movie. Upon my arrival, I accidentally let Beyonce out of the house.

I started to doze during the movie and M suggested I sleep over at his house.

After getting ready for bed, I went to his bedroom doorway to say 'goodnight'. The cat was on the bed with him. I could hear her purring from across the room.

Surprised, I asked, "Did she sneak in?"

"No. I went outside and got her", M answered. He paused deep in reflection. (I can almost see the wheels churning in his head.) "You know it's kind of funny: She's very happy here, now, at least. She was at the door, wanting to get in. But she darted when I went to let her in. And I had to chase her down and drag her in. It's like she needed the chase... and to be rescued."