Oishi Found Me Under a Parked Motorbike

Three weeks ago I was walking home along a soi off Sathorn Road when a tiny cat shot out from under a parked motorbike and nearly tripped me. She was maybe four months old, all ears and attitude, and she looked at me like I owed her money.

I did not plan to adopt anything that day. Now her name is Oishi, she sleeps on my laptop keyboard every night, and she has already claimed the kitchen counter as hers. The security guard in my building calls her the boss. I call her a very confident mistake I am happy to make again.