Granny.
The scruffy tortoise persian waits at the curb. My cat. Day before last. Waits for the truck to pull up. Never done that in the past.
Looks straight into my eyes. In the gleam of the head lights, through two silver blue pools, see to the bottom of her little cat brain.
Followed to the door. Never more than three steps this way or three steps that. All the way to the kitchen. All the way to the bowl. Running conversation of her busy day.
Look for a new place. An industrial space. In the hard part of town. The place where bodies turn up. Landscape is ashpalt, chain link, and a junk yard dog. And the stench of the chicken process plant is only overwhelmed by the clangor of the rail yards. A look of quiet desperation.
The scruffy tortoise persian waits at the curb. My cat. Day before last. Waits for the truck to pull up. Never done that in the past.
Looks straight into my eyes. In the gleam of the head lights, through two silver blue pools, see to the bottom of her little cat brain.
Followed to the door. Never more than three steps this way or three steps that. All the way to the kitchen. All the way to the bowl. Running conversation of her busy day.
Look for a new place. An industrial space. In the hard part of town. The place where bodies turn up. Landscape is ashpalt, chain link, and a junk yard dog. And the stench of the chicken process plant is only overwhelmed by the clangor of the rail yards. A look of quiet desperation.
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bombshellbetty:
Wow. *speechless*