PETALS IN THE CATS
POO
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Alice clambered off the threadbare old armchair and pressed
a button nose against the window pane.
The big ginger cat in the garden glanced disdainfully at the
child’s face before moving on.
It knew a good litter when it saw one.
Her eyes widened in horror. ‘Mommy, the cat’s doing it under
the bush with the purple flowers’.
Alice’s mother smiled. ‘It won’t hurt Alice, and it’s called
a magnolia. How lovely it is.’
Vivid mauve petal trumpets, glowed in the Spring sunlight in
acknowledgement of her complimentary observation.
‘…But mommy what about Grandma and grandpa.’
‘They won’t mind, Alice, cats will be cats. It’s just their
nature.’
Alice thought about it and screwed up an outraged nose .
‘Yuk!
She watched the cat as it scraped the soil into a heap
before stalking off unashamedly.
‘Horrid Beast’
‘Mommy’ left her to it. That reminded her. She must rescue
the urns from the wardrobe and dispose of them.
Outside, clouds gathered on a strengthening breeze and the
first tears of rain ran down the window.
Magnolia petals fluttered gently to the ground.
If only the forlorn old empty armchair could speak, she
thought. It would probably say
‘How bleak, how
sad - the destiny of lives and love. Petals in the cat’s poo.’
Copyright Ben Corde 2015
