“Meow!” I blink, and she appeared in between my ankles. Dango rubs the side of her cheek against them and wraps her tail around my calf.
I couldn’t help but stare at her for a few moments. Slowly, I lower my hand to scratch her delicate chin.
“This is the first time you’ve approached me, Dango,” I say, before the ghost of a smile touches my lips. “I feel so honoured.”
Dango had silky and solid black fur, contrasted with her gorgeous and golden pair of eyes. She was a beautiful cat, even stunning as a stray cat. I recall her glowing two little circles in the pitch black area of an alleyway, acting as a light source. She was beautiful, however, the scars and scratches on my arms aren’t as beautiful.