MITTENS

Mittens was a handsome lad.  

Silky gray coat, four white paws.

Alert, bright eyes, ever watchful. 

Patient on the occasional event when a bird was playing hide and seek in the bushes (I tried to tell him to learn to refrain from mewling as he readied himself to jump. Tsk).    

He was able to leap tall cupboards in a single bound, then look pleadingly into my eyes for who knows what.  His food bowl was full, his water fresh, his litter box cleaned.   When I picked him up, he melted into a snuggle, purring warmly.   My great little guy.

Gone.

4/5/23  rJo Herman

100 word story, with a nod to my darlin’ Emil Catt.