Splinter: Cat Seguir autor

Kess Melanie Edmonds

The cat ate my pet mouse when I was 13. I felt her presence like a purr in my chest, rumbling and soothing. I should have been angry about the mouse but I wanted to curl up with her, comfortable and close. She hissed when I reached out, knowing the struggle to come when we touched, knowing that one of us would be consumed by it. She didn’t pull away: there was contact and she disappeared. She curls on my thigh now, a black shape on my skin, and I slumber soundly in the warmth of the hearth.

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  May 16, 2019, 10:08.
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Javiera Hidalgo Javiera Hidalgo
Oh wow, this story really tugged at my heart. It's amazing how animals become such an integral part of our lives, even in unexpected ways. The way you described the cat's presence as a purr in your chest is so vivid—I could almost feel it too. It's funny how love and frustration can intertwine when it comes to our furry friends. The image of the cat curled on your thigh, and you slumbering by the warmth of the hearth, paints such a cozy and comforting scene. It's like a little tale of forgiveness and companionship. Love the emotions in this microfiction! 😺🔥💤
November 17, 2023, 20:05
CR Cesar Reyes
GOOD
April 27, 2020, 02:51

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