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Aloysius checked another thing off of his to do list as he left the pet shop with a bag filled with cat food and cat treats. He only had to pick up his order from the bakery then he would have the rest of the day to relax and practice his new piece for his viola. It only took a couple of minutes to make his way to the bakery, he picked up two boxes of macaroons and a box of canoli before making his way home. Something struck him as odd as he neared his house, there was an odd cat that he hadn't seen before walking on the edge of his roof. "Hello there kitty, would you like something to eat?"

He watched and waited for a moment before going inside to retrieve and extra bowl for cat food. He returned to his doorstep and sat on the railing eating a macaroon while watching the cat. The bowl of food sat at the bottom of the steps not far from his feet so that he could maybe pet the new cat. It was then that he noticed the cat had a scarf. "Come down please, you would not want your scarf to blow away in the wind!" He motioned for the cat to come down and wondered if it indeed would come see him. His own cat sat on the window sill inside and watched carefully, jealous that her owner was looking for another cat.

Aloysius laughed and pet the cat as he smiled.Cat tongues really did tickle since they were bristly. "Well you have a sweet tooth it seems. Maybe cat food is not your thing?" He reached behind him and dug out another macaroon, holding it out to the cat that now sat in his lap. "Well you are the cutest cat I have seen, I have never seen one with a scarf before. Where is your owner?" Normally people would not talk to cats like this and expect a response but Aloysius liked having conversations with cats. They may not reply but he believed that they did understand English or whatever language was dominant in the place they came from.

"If you want to come inside you can, I heard that it might rain today and I know that water is a sore subject with most cats." He waited a moment to see if there would be any sort of reply or motion of acceptance or rejection from the cat. After all he didn't want to interrupt the poor kitty's meal. It was then that he noticed an odd little star on the cat's forehead, he wasn't sure what it was but at the same time he wasn't sure if he would get a verbal response from a cat. "You are quite an odd little cutey are you not?" He scratched the cat behind the ears as he sat on the railing, wondering how his own cat would respond to a new friend in the house.