Cat

People always could tell he had at least one cat– how could they not!  His clothes were covered in cat hair, especially noticeable when he wore black.  There was no other obvious indication, other than the trait that he adopted of walking like a feline, or maybe its larger, tougher cousin, the mountain lion, deliberately placing one foot slinking over the other.  He no longer had that step, ever since the day when he was late to work and distractedly backed out of his driveway and was stopped immediately by a thud.  Afterwards, when strangers or new acquaintances asked if he had a cat, he only nodded.  He couldn’t bear washing his clothes.

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One response to “Cat

  1. thereisalwaystime

    Ahhh. This is very good.

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