Not exactly my neighborhood but the neighborhood around 
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This has probably been my third or fourth sighting of this lovely creature named Freya. I’m always on the hunt for friendly neighborhood cats when I’m in the city. I’ll chase and sprint towards any critter to abruptly stop and lovingly call out to them. Caring for a feral kitty would also be a dream but they run even if I have food to offer.
I met Freya on the walk to my car. She was perched up on the side of a building, meowing for attention. I stopped to give her a few pets and laughed at her name tag.
I see her outside of
Her tag reads, “Hello, my name is Freya. Outside is my happy place.”
The back says, “Don’t call Mom unless I’m hurt.”
I hope the next kitten I get is as sweet, social and as smart as she is. My cats were never good outdoors. One would sleep in the middle of the street and the other would stalk the people to pounce on.