Thankful Thursday - The Song of the Traveller

 

I have no name. I am a traveller. I don't know how old I am. I somehow made it through the winter and, one day, not long ago, I walked down a lane. At the end of the lane was a hangar, with a roof, and there was an old car with a mattress on top. I had somewhere dry and comfortable to rest. There were a couple of outdoor cats but they were nice and didn't bother me. Then I explored a little and I found a garage that always seems to be open. At the back of the garage, where it is most sheltered, there is a comfortable chair with an old blanket on it:

 

It may not look like much to most of you, but to me, it's like a 5-star hotel. And then, look what appeared:

 

Can you believe it? It is the yummiest food ever! I get two kinds, the dry kind and the kind with lots of sauce! And it gets served to me twice a day! And the lady said the bowl was just for me.

I had an ouchy eye:

 

That picture was taken a few days ago. I could barely open it then. In the picture below, you can see it's beginning to look better. That was taken this morning.  

I am very shy and nobody can get close to me for now, and the lady with the curly hair tells me (from a distance) that she is worried about me. But she says the most important thing for now is that I have food and shelter. I am thankful for these things. Very thankful.