Cat

My nouvelle is based on the picture provided by Tess at Magpie Tales

She was accident prone, but somehow always escaped unscathed. Catherine was known as Cat to her friends. ‘You’ve got nine lives’ they used to say as she recovered from yet another brush with death.

This time however, it was somewhat more serious. A simple slip in her kitchen left her with a dreadful injury to her head.

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Her anxious family gathered around the hospital bed. They were warned to expect the worst, but they didn’t want to believe it. So when Cat’s eyes slowly closed, their grief was overwhelming.

‘It’s not over yet’ thought Cat as she drifted away.

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The window was ajar. A kitten crept through the narrow gap and leapt from the sill to a bench. She carefully picked her way between the pans and brushed against the pots stopping now and then to breath in the still warm contents.

‘I said it wasn’t over’ she purred as she licked clean a plate. 

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