Dancing In My Hair
I knew it that morning. I had always said as long as Kiko ‘danced in my hair’ I was going to do everything I could to make him better. I always considered him extra special. My Grandma loved to see black cats lying in the green grass, and he found me a few weeks after her death. A skinny, stray black cat, you guessed it - lying in the green grass. But, he was no longer my cat. He didn’t want...