“Hello, kitty,” Summer said, leaning over and tapping her hands together. “Are you a people kitty? Do you have humans? Come here.” She held out one extended finger, stretching toward the little black thing.
The little cat came to her eagerly with a high pitched little comment, tail up jauntily. He was wearing a little green collar, though there were no tags which might indicate name or home.
She swooped him up, scritching behind his ears. “Someone’s friendly,” she cooed. “Your humans must be very good to you.” Petting down his back, she turned the collar round a few times. “Do you have a microchip, little man? Your collar doesn’t have any tags.”
He replied again in a high pitched little voice, squirming onto his back in her lap and batting at her fingers as she examined the collar.
There was the sound of a voice in the apartment building behind her, sounding somewhere high up in the stairwell—too far away as of yet to be intelligible.
“Ohh, it’s tummy scritches you want. This better not be a trap!” she warned the black cat, insinuating her fingers under his waving paws. “If you were Kronos it would be a trap, yes it would. But you are a sweet kitty, aren’t you? Yes, who’s a sweet kitty?” She stroked his fuzzy belly, laughing.
“Need to find your humans, little man. I can’t take you in, I have too many already!” Still petting, she frowned slightly. “I guess I’ll just have to knock on all the doors until someone claims you. Bother.” Summer beeped his nose with a fingertip. “Silly kitty, wandering away from your humans.”
But the sunlight was warm and she didn’t move yet.