10th January 2011

10th January, 2011

‘I want to talk to them,' I thought as I walked back towards my street. ‘I want to ...'

But I didn't know what I wanted to do. What could I do? This whole idea was a product of my over-imaginativeness. Cats didn't convene. They certainly didn't talk. Yet there I was, a few minutes later, turning to the left down the path which led around the back of the houses rather than walking straight home.

Secretly searching for a meeting between the previous friends and perhaps enemies of my late cat.

I came up with a quote as I followed the paths. ‘One must indulge in Fantasy to escape Harsh Reality'.

*

I didn't find anything - of course I didn't. I hadn't really been expecting to. Id' just wanted... some sort of relief from the pain of Percy's absence.

Back in the house, I thought to a time when cats had been wandering around as we'd returned home from a trip to London. I fancied the cats wanted to invite me to one of their conventions. How would they describe me? ‘She dearly loved our friend, Perseus.'

And there the fantasy ended.

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Aching, longing, depressed. Three perfect words there.

Cheer up, Ti.

Ti gives a weak attempt at a smile.

The End

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