Last June, I first met Bujji.
She was a neighbor who sometimes visited. At first so wary, I see her leg’s tense. To get close to Bujji, I try to pat her. It’s okay, can I be your friend? When I met her, she’s skinny. And so wary, eating hunched over. Now, she stands with a foot on each bowl. And she’s comfortable with my touch. Manchu’s hiding behind the glass cups. One hand on cheery, laser eye to Manchu. She’s back after pushing Manchu out. Bujji left, few hours later Manchu’s back. In August, Bujji disappeared, came back in fall. As a Mother Chipmunk. Baby picks up shell, but Bujji has the nuts.