In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”
When I come home from work everyday, one or two cats come and greet me.
I’m not a normal person when it comes to cats. “Oh hellooo!” I cry out, as I shut the door. “How are you?” I pick them up and hug them for as long as they’ll allow me to hug them for (with silly Blanche, it wasn’t for too long). “How’s your day been? What did you get up to? Did you…sleeeep? Go hunting?” (This is me, everytime).
Abbie decided to come help me make dinner. She emits tiny, cute little meows. She flits around your legs like a bird, back and forth. She’s old, getting fat, and has half a tail. The cutest little thing you’ve seen.
She looked up at me, either as if to say, is there any food for me? or pet me, please. I was looking down at her saying, “Abbie! Look up for the camera!” Snap.
I gave her a little bit of bacon after this photo was taken.