Freyja Kitty
One day when I came home from work in Feb. 2003, a cat came walking under the car door as I opened it. She followed me into the apartment and made herself at home for a few hours. I put her out, but when I checked a couple hours later to see if she�d gone home, she came back in.
No one in the neighborhood claimed her. She lived here with me until yesterday, when she died of an illess that wasn’t given a name.
I love her and miss her.
by Terri Noble
