Eva Jackson: 0036

I let a small cat into the house. Its name is Nico. It explored everything with utter thoroughness, mapping it in its mind as it went, as though driven by a curiosity that filled it up entirely. I have never actually seen a curious cat before. It stared out from the second floor balcony, and hunkered down to look at the tarmac and cars below. Then it went upstairs, got stuck under the bed, got bored, and tried to enter in under the bath through that small unaccountable hole every bath has in the side. I need a pet.