There is this white cat who roams around our neighborhood.  The previous owners must have fed it, because sometimes it acts like it’s just going to walk right into the house and open a can of pop.  The cat is partially dead, is dirty, and has a terrible cry.  Good thing I’m heartless, otherwise I might start feeding it.  We try to keep it away from the porch, but once it spots you, you can’t get into the house fast enough.

I have been rewatching Hayao Miyazaki movies, so now I’m afraid that this feral animal is actually a neighborhood spirt and that if I feed it, I will be rewarded and it will poo gold.


That is not going to convince me to feed it, though.