The couch appeared forlorn and vacant. Missing were the two cats, one
warm feline reclined on each ample sofa arm. Sweet, sweet HoneyBun with her
heart shaped face and soft sea eyes on the right side, an orange, brown and
white calico who brought light wherever her delicate paws tread. Big Bongo on
the left side, weighty and shrewd, dressed up in his Tuxedo best with no place to
go, enormous white whiskers exploring his space. The first cat emitted a light,
feminine purr; the other a basso vibration. One at a time, each disappeared
leaving only the cool, silent throw pillows and seat cushions to keep the couch
company.
How to explain death to a couch?
Marsha
7.9.23
7.9.23
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