Gray stripped companion.

Found you alone, seeking shelter. Under my truck, out in the cold.

First I ignored you, like a man ignores a street cat.

But then she brings you to me, and you become a guest.

Street cat no more, you had a home.

A home who’s owner would fail you later.

You fetched plastic bags, and other tiny things. Like dogs do.

Traditional wake alarms wouldn’t work, like you.

Thanks for keeping me company, you little gray stripped street cat.

I’ll see you later.