The Kitty

There's an antique store my mom and I frequent that is home to "Kitty".

I feel certain this stealth-like feline has another name, but I just call him Kitty.

Kitty likes to tease me by crossing my path, meowing at me, and staying just out of reach. He will not give me the pleasure of petting him.

The last time I was there I called, "Kitty? Where are you Kitty?"

"Meeoooooowwwww!" Kitty called.

I looked on the floor among all the dust-covered treasures.

"Kitty?"

"MEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!" Kitty sounded impatient.

"Kitty, are you stuck somewhere?" This store has piles and piles of items crammed in the space. I worried Kitty was caught in an antique alvalanche of sorts.

And then something caught my eye. I looked up at the rafters. There was Kitty, staring down at me in his "I'm above it all" manner.

"Hi, Kitty," I smiled, snapping his picture with my cell phone.

We made eye contact for a split second and he turned away.

Always leave them wanting more, Kitty.