Beach Friend

So I met a new friend I will never meet again.

He’s cute, but black. He’s small, and a weakling. His glaring eyes were so seducing that I left my companions to approach this little guy.

As I was walking to this stranger, he also approached me. His voice was welcoming that I instantly got a hold of him. He was like no other. He talked to me like we knew each other for a very long time. I touched his furry little head, and he responded like a baby being snuggled. My hands went to his neck and he liked it more. I touched his back and his black tail rose to its peak. 

I let go of my hands, but then, he went near to my hairy leg, snuggling them. I stood up, yet he did not mind it. He kept on repeating the same thing. My companions were long gone yet I was with this cat. Just when I realized that he's a hobo, his friend approached us and held this small fella. I tried to walk farther, but he kept on following me. I walked for a few meters, yet, there he was, following my track, ending up in my legs. 

I sighed.

I took him and gave him to his owner. So I met a new friend I will never meet again. His face is still stuck in my head. He's just so cute. I went ashore with a heart so not explainable.

He's just a cat, but, there's this enchanting feeling that he gave to me on that few moments on the beach.

"Meow," he said as we parted, "meow."