Who knew? Not many, only two to be precise. How he kept it a secret? She'll never know. Chances and coincidences, days missed and hours flown by. Almost missed him she did, had it not been but for one text.
Day she doesn't go, day he shows up; day plans were made instead, day she sees his furry head.
Texts and squeals, urging and quarreling, hugging and eating, yet sadly leaving.
"...its only been a week,But I know that you are mine to keep..."