Skip the Life Fantastic_Autonomy_Alize_The Day Before Last
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Skip the Life Fantastic
Skip the Life FantasticMy friend Sheila asked me if she could write my life story and post it on the Reception’s notice board. She thinks it’s a beautiful story and should be shared with potential adoptees or foster parents to know how life was before I was rescued and brought to the Shelter. Sheila apologises for any inconsistencies that may have occurred in the translation between my feline communication and Sheila’s human language.My life started on the damp streets; they always felt wet, even on a dry day. I’m honestly not sure what happened to my mum. I vividly remember being cuddled agai...
Autonomy
“William Morris once called Bibury the most beautiful village in England.” SUSIE was busy explaining the appeal of the Cotswolds to Biff, who had found an old signpost marked “Welcome to Bibury” and was proceeding to rip it from its pole and store it away.The other two listened with varying interest; Nelly’s interest had been piqued when Susie mentioned William Morris’ trade as a textiles worker, though she subsequently lost interest after that. CF6, on the other hand, hung on every word SUSIE said. SUSIE was very knowledgeable about humans, something CF6 was in awe of. Having access to hundre...
Alize
It’s been a year to the day. Our last interaction was not a nice one. I screamed at her.www.onedoor.cc I told her I was done. She kissed me goodbye, and she was gone. Not a day goes by that I’m not spending time reenacting our last moments together in my head. Our shouts and angry words reverberate in my head. I will never not be sorry, and the hole in my heart and the empty place in my bed and my life will never be filled. Every day since then, I see something I never noticed until the day after she was gone. Paw prints on wet concrete. A bell around the neck, paws moving quickly. After months of watching ...
The Day Before Last
I took that walk because I couldn't be around you anymore. It seemed like every day was a new fight, and I was so tired. Tired of the fighting, of the yelling, of the butting of heads. I was tired of you, and you were tired of us. So I left. I walked out of the cabin right as the sky had turned a brazen red, the setting sun peeking above the snow drifts and through the trees. We rented this cabin because we both agreed that some seclusion together might be good for us. I think we both secretly knew it was stupid. Or pointless. Or both. We couldn't stand each other in the comfort of our own ...