I opened the door today and Kisa, my new roommate, was there to greet me. Apparently I was not who she expected to meet; she shied away from my friendly advances and ran down the hall, through the closet, into the bedroom, and ended underneath the bed. She hissed at me whenever I came near, and remained under the far corner of the bed until the alluring sound of the dry food bag shaking brought her out into the kitchen. Shyly, she examined her bowl to see if I had given her anything good.
If I went downstairs now, she would briskly install herself under the bed again.
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