John Persons Kitty — //free\\

And so, John Persons, the man of gray suits and navy ties, became John Persons, the man with the cat. He still didn't know what to do with love. But he was learning. One tiny, rusty mew at a time.

The kitty was his polar opposite. It was chaotic. It shed on his freshly pressed slacks. It left muddy paw prints on his spotless kitchen floor. It brought him "gifts"—first a desiccated maple leaf, then a slightly chewed lottery ticket (a loser), and finally, the head of a field mouse, which it deposited delicately on his leather briefcase. john persons kitty

She purred in agreement.

So he maintained the fiction. "It's not a pet," he told his neighbor, Mrs. Gable, who watched him through her lace curtains. "It's a pest control solution." And so, John Persons, the man of gray