No normal stray would have known that scratching on a door could get you food. No common alley caught would tear away its haughty feline pride for a human who would fuss and set down a bowl if you were lucky enough to win them over. Binx had an impressive array of tricks up the sleeve that he didn’t have. He could escape a snarling dog no problem and he could jump up and steal a piece of chicken from a kitchen table while the door was cracked open to let out hot air.
His fur was exquisitely groomed and it shone obsidian in the lights cast down upon him. He made an admirably handsome cat and being a good looking cat worked in ones favor when you didn’t have a home to claim as your own. Humans were more likely to come up to an animal who wasn’t marred with battle scars and covered in fleas. It made sense. It made a lot of sense.
Down on all fours again, he watched her hold out her hand for him to smell and look over. He stretched out his neck and lowered his head to get her scent and once he had it, Binx was satisfied and rubbed himself up against her leg in approval.
Sure he was lost, lost and hungry and confused. He'd reeled her and and he wasn't about to loose her now.