Today's the third time I've seen that Persian. He, or she, is a scraggly thing. I think I'll call it a she for clarity's sake. She is barely more than skin and bones. Her pelt has a gray film over it. Probably hasn't cleaned herself in months.
I don't know why she frequents the shore. Every time I've seen her, she's slowly making her way towards my city. Out of curiosity, I followed her once, but she scampered off the second she noticed me.
Since the first moment I laid eyes on her, I know that she sees my gaze. A set of beady, red eyes warily follow my steps.
It's not unusual to see Pokemon, but it is quite strange to see a Persian near the ocean. I sometimes wonder how it ended up at the shore.
Today I've brought Pokemon food with me. I scooped up some of the food from home. I only brought enough for a meal or two, and it's cheap, but I wanted to give her something.
I take out a green bowl and quietly pour the kibble out. Persian perks her ears, her eyes locked on the kibble. Once the bowl's full, I crawl back, hoping she takes this as encouragement . Instead Persian flattens her ears, and cowers.
"Come on buddy. It's good," I coo.
She continues to cower, her belly kissing the sand. From time to time, she eyes the kibble.
I head back, hoping she eats after I've left.
A good ways away from Persian, I release Mareep. She greets me with a happy baa, and nudges my shins tenderly. Despite things, I smile. She knows I like it.
The next day, when I go back, The bowl is completely empty.