I was leaving for work and you were there. On the doorstep just trying to stay dry. Your presence surprised me and I squealed, "A cat! A cat is on our doorstep!"
Our housecats came running to get a look at you, you wild beast of nature. But you weren't happy with our staring at you from inside our warm house while you sat there cold and wet. So you ran.
It hurt my heart that you would run away so quickly and not give us a chance to properly introduce ourselves ("I'm Marie. This is Omi and Nala. Pleased to meet you, Cat Who Looks Like Garfield.")
You are a fat cat. Fatter than even our housecats. I knew you would appreciate a can of wet food. So I ran after you. In the rain. Holding an opened can of Fancy Feast.
You ran faster, though. I eventually quit chasing you and put the can of food on the neighbor's door step. I hope you found it. There's more where that came from. Just so you know.
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