a saucer of milk
The cage is empty. Joey’s blue-tinged down lies at the cat’s feet. A rough pink tongue laps fur; whiskers twitch.
‘Hello Boss,’ Tiddles squawks.
Mary will kill me, the budgie was her fortieth birthday present, along with a brand new cage.
I grab for the cat’s tail, but she is too quick for me. Heading for the flap, she probably believes she can fly.
About the auhtor:
Roger has been a regular contributor to the site for many years, with over 100 pieces published. Chapeltown Books has recently poured his Slimline Tales.
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