Finding oneself knee-deep in snow, slightly drunk, shouting “Tobias” at the fir trees, is uncommon; but there she was.
Earlier that day she had been stupid enough to let her cat out while the neighbour’s dog rummaged through her garden. Before she noticed the cat was gone, she had opened the regular Friday evening wine bottle. Getting comfortable. But there she was.
No cat, snow in her shoes, snow down her neck, her keys lost. Walking back in the snow, she realised: There she was. Locked out. And in time to see Tobias, the missing cat, in the window. Getting comfortable.
Way to go! Great story telling technique that pulls the reader into your story and holds them to the end.
Thank you! 🙂
Great tail. I trust the cat liked wine. Jerry
Thank you! 🙂
Good story – and so typical of a cat!!
Thank you! And yes, just what can be expected of a cat! 🙂
something in it made me save for reading again later!