By Hope G
Margaret placed the freshly washed, sparkling crystal goblets on the sideboard, then turned to wipe a crumb from the dining room table. If only she had time to clean the stain on the carpet.
Her suitcase contained only the essentials. Anything else she needed, she would buy. Theodore would no longer complain about her appearance, intelligence, or alleged lack of housekeeping skills.
She would miss the cat. Brutus was her true companion. She hoped someone would check on him before he ran out of food.
The body sprawled on the floor would be enough to feed him for a few days.
Nice ending. Feel for Brutus. Cats are so fussy. Would he eat Theodore or prefer something out of a pouch in jelly?
Kind of knew it was coming but still satisfying! Brutus will be fine and I think Margaret will be too!
And Theodore would be in the best place of all — where we all go when we die! Jerry
Cool, if slightly predictable. Liked it
I’m interested in the idea that if I died my cat might just treat me as a meal ticket. I enjoyed the story.
I didn’t see it coming! Yikes. I feel sorry for Brutus. Maybe a mouse will come traipsing by.