There was a time I shared my home with three (loveable and well-loved) cats. Sometimes I miss them, but sometimes I.... Read this...
Still Life with Cats
The doorknob felt loose and heavy in my hand. I failed to note the significance of this, stepped out onto the porch, closed the door and the doorknob fell into my hand. Doorknob in one hand--dead mouse in the other.
"I can't use that door and the front door's locked," I muttered under my breath, as I took the mouse to the tall grass.
I keep a window open so my long tail masters can come and go as they please. They circled around me jumped inside and then they start to howl. And I knew what they were saying.
"Come inside, you silly human. It's breakfast time."
I was pulling my left leg through the window when I saw my neighbour out of the corner of my eye.
"Good morning, Leanne," she said.
I answered, "Meow"--because at that point it seemed like the most appropriate thing to say.
Revised on August 24, 2020