A Girl and Her Cat: A True Love Story
Elliott came to me in 2009 when I was nineteen, at the cost of exactly one cupcake. He was a tiny little thing. Upon bringing him home, he promptly went behind the couch and refused to come out except for food, water, and the litterbox. As much as he avoided me, I fell deeply in love. He stayed behind the couch for about a week, until I had come home from college after having a particularly bad day, sat on the couch and began to cry.