Pussy-cat

Once I found a great pussy-cat. I found it by accident. I don't like shopping so I left the others and walked around in the small streets behind the old shopping center.
As I looked in an oil barrel, used as a garbage can, I saw a reddish, skinny pussy-cat.
It looked so great in between the trash. I took my camera and made a picture of it. Just at the moment it looked up at me and opened it's mouth to warn me. Although I made this picture with a very cheap camera it was one of the best I ever made.

I wouldn't be Kitty if I wouldn't have a pussy-cat again. He adopted me as his mom.
It's a nice cat although he has some weird behavior. Somehow I think his brains are damaged.
His mood swings are interesting but also concerning.
I should grab him in his neck and drag him into the nest. It would be the most save thing to do. But the kitten has grown up, so it's not my decision anymore.
Today he told me it's the end, since he can't change himself and knows I will never hug him again. He told me about his decision.
He decided to fly now, since flying like a bird is the only thing this cat always wanted.