okay so storytime! I was taking a walk and talking to my grandpa when I saw a black cat- with no collar and it looked extremely clean (now I know black cats are supposed to be bad luck-) but this cat was rolling at my feet, and loving me, and lit was so loveable and playful so it couldn't possibly be a stray right? Anyways everytime I picked it up, it let me carry it a bit, but then would jump out of my arms and walk back to the end of the street and sit down roll over and let me love it, after 2 hours, it walked over to where someone had left cat nibbles food, and it ate it. So eventually it ended up walking across the street and sitting in someone's driveway- I follow it- and knock on there door, it sits there and watches as I knock, but leaves once the person comes out- it leaves, I talked to the people and they're like "oh yeah the cat was a stray, someone dumped it we took care of it for three months, but then let it go" the cat seems happy and well fed, and they said it walks up and down the neighborhood (around 3 miles a lot), (Side note: they also had a very friendly dog) I named it Gatsby, because I love the Great Gatsby musical, and it was eluding and mysterious.
