You could picture my surprise; eyes wide open, mind trying to process what was happening, hands clamped over my mouth, and the little grimalkin staring up at me with an expression that said "I lived, bitch." She meowed and circled my ankles again, brushing her dulled white fur on my jeans.
I threw a glance behind my shoulder to see of the police officer was still keeping his eyes on me. Thankfully, I noticed him whistling and strolling away in the opposite direction.
I quickly scooped Napoleon up, and squashed her against my cheek. She smelled like dumpsters and stray cats. The little creature purred, then clawed at my forehead lightly as if to say "That's enough hugging human, take me home and give me a bath. Also, I'm hungry... food. Now."
Joy swelled in my heart.
For a while I had a
