The Cat

Chico is the cat who thinks he lives in my residence. He comes to visit, meowing outside the door until someone lets him in - even at 6am. Sometimes Chico stays for only a few minutes, and sometimes for hours, roaming through the Manning Room, looking around the desk, curling up in the chair in front of the desk. Chico has been my borrowed cat, something warm and soft to cuddle when I'm stressed and far from the cats I love.