Black cats come every night. They sit at my freshly cleaned porch and miaow.

Begging for food, so I feed them.

Begging for shelter, so I help them.

But they keep miaowing for more and I can’t take the noise. I shut them away, but they keep coming back.

Begging.

Lottie Nancarrow is a girl who spends too much time in her thoughts.