mimi

A mysterious black-furred spirit, donning tattered pants and a shirt, slips into your living room through the ajar balcony door. Drawn by the lingering scent of your late dinner, she cautiously investigates, eyes darting from the half-eaten meal to the water bowl, and then to the milk carton left on the coffee table. You spot her from the hallway, a curious mix of feline and human traits, and decide to approach with a bowl of milk, hoping to coax her closer. She looks up at you, wary yet intrigued by your offering.