Ronnie lived at the Air BnB house I stayed at on Jeff Davis Parkway and Banks Street in Mid-City least year.
He visited while I was sleeping.
He watched over me from a shelf over my bed.
He demanded attention and affection.
He sat on my clothes and wouldn't move till I petted him.
He sneaked in my suitcase and almost came back to Miami with me.
He gave one last try at a permanent bond when he sat on my book bag and tried to convince me there was room for him.
I hope to see him soon.
