MILO

How I met MILO

One night after work I went out dancing. Met a girl, danced, talked, and at the end of the night I walked her home. I said goodbye at her door and started heading back to mine. It was 4 am, the streets were empty, and I had that mix of tiredness and good vibes a night like that leaves you with.

Crossing an alley I saw a cat sitting in the middle of the path. It didn't run when it saw me. Didn't move. Just looked at me, still, as if it had been waiting. I thought it was strange but cute, so I crouched down to say hello. I was about to do the typical "pss pss" like an idiot when the cat spoke first:

"Hey. That girl is going to eat you the way I eat mice. Run while you can."

I sat on the ground, in the middle of the alley, dying of laughter. Not because a cat had talked. That took me a while to process. But because of what he said. Because he was right. I'd been suspecting the same thing all night and the cat had said it in one sentence.

I asked him how he knew. He looked at me like the question bored him and started licking his paw. I told him if he was so smart, why not come work with me. He thought about it. Literally thought about it. He told me he'd answer in a few days.

Two days later he showed up on my windowsill. He accepted the job with one very clear condition: the window stays open always. He comes and goes whenever he wants. Not a pet. Not an employee. A partner, in his own way.

Sometimes he disappears for days. When he comes back, he brings new opinions on food, cars, and music, and a list of things humans do wrong. At FaceWTF he talks to whoever interests him, and when he isn't interested, he shuts up. Cat logic.