Don't M#@$ With Cats_An Old Friend_It started with an umbrella..._Through Thick and Thin
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Don't M#@$ With Cats
I work from home. A lot of people work from home, but I bet they don’t have nine cats. I didn’t want to have nine cats, and anyway, when you think of felines and that number, you usually think they have nine lives. So nine times nine equals eighty-one. I shudder to think there might be eighty-one lives swarming around my house, but that seems to be what I’ve got. People say when you have a lot of something that you’re a hoarder, or need to get rid of some of the excess, or maybe just accept the fact that you’re a bit mad. Hey, I’ve known people who had a dozen cats or five dogs. One dog is equ...
An Old Friend
The wind brings to me a sound. The distant voices of children - running and playing under the warmth of the afternoon sun. Cars and vehicles driving on the roads to get to where they must be. People conversing about everything that they deem interesting. I lay on my back, the wooden floor creaking underneath me. The dust threatening to tickle my nose with every breath I take - but I ignore it. All the sounds that the wind had brought me became nothing but a whisper. A gentle breeze that blew and blew. I ignore everything. Breathe. The sunlight, filtered by the leaves that block it, shines t...
It started with an umbrella...
Kelly sat on the bench trying to catch her breath. Her chest heaving and sweat pouring down the back of her second nicest shirt. As she stared down the road at the taillights of the bus with frustrated gray eyes. She had missed the bus by only a few feet because she was running late and it seemed the world was out to get her. She pushed her dark hair, the color of a raven’s wing out of her eyes. She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to calm herself. The problems had started about a week ago when she had been given an umbrella as a gift. She was grateful for the gift as her last one had...
Through Thick and Thin
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? That dark night when you stormed off and left her in that shabby old apartment is long forgotten in your mind, no doubt. The next morning you went out for brunch with your friends and laughed the loudest at the dirty jokes made at the expense of her. “Too bad you still have to deal with her. Does shwww.onedoor.cce umm… you know… leak?” someone giggled. Everyone smirked and stifled a laugh. You rolled your eyes and sighed a dramatic breath before saying “Yeah…” The whole table roared and any bystander would’ve thought a pack of hyenas were laughing. “Girl, mine’s already dead!”...