Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Grizabella awoke the next morning to discover that the rain had stopped. She heard Bill Bailey yawn, and looked at him. He stretched, arching his back and letting the claws of his front paws out, then turned to Grizabella, scratching his ear. "Want me to scrounge up some breakfast for us?" he asked.
Not knowing what else to do, Grizabella nodded, feeling a bit awkward.
Bill Bailey left, and Grizabella had a bit of time to think before he returned with a rather large trout in his mouth. "Breakfast for two," he announced cheerily, slicing the fish neatly in half with his claws. "Heads or tails?" he asked with a grin, holding up the two pieces.
Grizabella grinned back. "Heads."
And so, Bill Bailey and the Glamour Cat spent the day together, and neither one thought to leave the other's company. Bill Bailey showed Grizabella around "his" part of the city, told her which alleys to avoid and which houses had nice humans that would feed a stray cat once in a while. Grizabella was starting to get used to the slightly off-the-wall tom's personality, and was having such a good time that she didn't notice how much time had passed until it started to get dark.
"Oh," she said, feeling somewhat depressed for some reason she couldn't quite place her clawtip on. "It's getting dark."
"So it is," Bill Bailey said. "We better head back home." Without a backward glance, so sure was he that Grizabella would follow, he started back towards the alley containing his cardboard box. Bemused, she followed him.
For the next several weeks, Grizabella lived in the cardboard box with Bill Bailey. One day, when she was watching him have a friendly conversation with a human that he was trying to convince to feed him, she realized something: I love him. And that night, when they had gotten home from their day about the city, she told him so.