By Brigitta Scheib
I have a jar of orange cats that I keep on my nightstand; their soft fur is smooth against the glass where light reflects, making bright spots dance against the wall.
When I’m lonely, I twist the lid open, tip over the container, and shake them out. Cats float through the air like autumn leaves. They land on my bed and sink into my velvety bedspread. Some curl up, tucking their heads onto their fluffy tails, and some sprawl, using another cat’s outstretched paws as a pillow.
My heart swells as I watch those downy, purring lumps settling into my day.
Loved the imagery of your furry friends! ?
Loved it!
Floating cats “like autumn leaves” wonderful imagery!
What will cats do next?
So sweet. Love the jar of orange cats!
Visions of sweet, orange cats dancing in my head!
When fiction resembles life ???
I enjoyed your short story!!