This is Monday (Lunes, if you want him to be Spanish)

I didn’t intend to get a cat, or any other kind of pet, but he has adopted me.  He was skin-and-bones-starving, small, and scared when he appeared on my steps two weeks ago.  Now he’s sleeker, small, and sometimes lets me catch and love on him.  He has declared my porch and about 20 feet of the yard all around my house to be ‘his’ territory and growls at anything that wanders through it.  He plays with string, dry leaves, and leaf-cutter ants.  He purrs.  I didn’t realize how much I’d missed furred company until he decided I belonged to him and settled in.