The woman
Fall always brings out a mix of happy and sad feelings in me. I enjoy spending my day soaking up the sun by the window and enjoying the view. I find joy in watching cars move along the road and people going about their business in the nearby building. Everything just seems interesting. Today feels chilly with the gray sky, reminiscent of the day I first saw her.
About two autumns back, I met a regular woman for the first time. Back then, I was a stray cat struggling to survive on the streets, desperately searching for food and shelter. This ordinary woman, not particularly tall with long hair, caught my attention. Surprisingly, she took me into her home. However, being a wary cat who had lost trust in humans, I didn’t understand her intentions, so I reacted out of fear and bit her quite hard. I protested as hard as possible, but I couldn’t get away.
