The Five Cats

The five cats would not leave us alone. They came into the bedroom each morning, tapped our faces, covered our bed with hair and jumped on our bodies if we insisted on sleep.

We began to keep the bedroom door closed on the five cats. Kevin would even squirt water on them, to make them go away. But still they tried to get in, squeezing their bodies under the door until they were back in the bedroom. When I stuffed a thick towel under the door, I could feel their claws on the other side pawing it frustraitingly.

Two mice got through the towel barrier and ran across the field our bedroom had become. "Time to let the five cats back in," I told Kevin as I opened the door. They raced after the mice and disappeared in the woods.

Later, I sit in a pub with many friends. redcountess is there as well as moral_vacuum. None of us drink and the tables are bare. arkady sits beside me and wraps an arm around my shoulder. Her body is warm and her tummy is large with little Freda inside. She tells me a story I can no longer remember.