She lives in the awning over my building's porch. I first saw her years ago when she was nearly a newborn. Just a few inches long. Huddled in a corner on the porch. Something must have happened to her mother. She was clearly having a rough go of it…But she persevered.
Once, when she had grown up a bit, she tried to get into the house. Clawing at the space between my living room window and the sill.
Now she pops out in the morning to sit on the roof and survey the neighborhood.
While I sit on the couch and drink my tea.
Occasionally we run into each other out on the sidewalk.
She acts like she doesn't know me.