I Was a Cat Once
by Mark Budman
I Was a Cat Once by Mark Budman
My cat plays snowballs on the deck. He bends his paw at an impossible angle and throws a ball up. He follows me around or herds me toward his feeding bowl.
I can see a cat we cremated before him in his eyes. All cats share one soul. Me too?
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First published in 50-1. February 2010
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Hi Mark, nice story. I would take out the "Me too?" at the end. The story flows up to that point.
I agree with Roberto. That's a separate matter. The rest is a nice snippet. Vivid imagery.
Thank you, Roberto and Jack. My intent was to show that the protag perhaps has a cat's soul, too.