“It’s okay; you’re going to be okay.” His touch was soothing, and something in his calming voice lulled me to finally let go.
My eyes closed, and I let whatever darkness that was waiting for me to take me.
I woke up some time later, warm and wrapped up in a blanket.
“Wake up, little one. You need do drink this.” That soothing voice from the street was demanding I drink from a medicine syringe. I was thirsty, and hungry. It felt like it’d been days since I’d had anything to eat or drink. Too weak to move my head, I simply opened my mouth, trusting that this man wasn’t trying to poison me.
That’s how things went for days. He carried me around when he was home, feeding me, helping me drink water, and holding me up inside a litter box so I could relieve myself. It was humiliating to be so needy in order to survive, but I wouldn’t have lived past that night on the sidewalk if it wasn’t for him.
At night he curled me against his hard muscles and covered me up, so I would stay warm.
I waited until I knew he was completely passed out and then poked my head out to truly look at my savior.
His black hair was wavy and curled over his ears, and his long lashes fanned his high cheekbones. I’d seen a flash of brown eyes once or twice when he was feeding me. He was handsome, I’d give him that. And he was kind to me. When I was back to my normal human self, I’d find a way to repay him for bringing me back from death’s door.
His eyebrows pinched together, and he jerked suddenly, sending me shooting off the bed with a startled meow.
Instantly he woke up and searched for me.
“I’ve got you,” he said softly and gently picked me up, placing me against his side again. His fingers lightly stroking my patchy, black and white fur.
“I don’t even know your name, and here I am sleeping with you,” he joked, and I glared at him with my cat eyes.
His brown eyes looked at me like he was seeing more in me than the cat I appeared to be.
“How about I call you—” He started thinking over a name for me, thinking this relationship would be permanent. A man and his cat.
“Snow White.” He smiled and then rubbed my head next to my ears.
“Yep. That’s the one. Good night, my Snow White.”
