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Rated: E · Short Story · Animal · #2160807
A small reflective tale about my cat Sherman. An entry for this months contest.
I have a cat, his name is Sherman. If there was a line of tolerance, Sherman would sit on it with a foot gracefully placed on the opposite side. If I had buttons, and cats had thumbs, he would push them like a troublesome child in an elevator. I have never encountered such quirkiness in a cat, or any animal come to think of it. He howls all night and sleeps all day. Ruins my solidarity by bathing with me, lays in the sink when its time to brush your teeth and is rather partial to sitting on the draining board. Coating the freshly washed dishes in a veil of black and white fluff. Visitors don't tend to want a tea or coffee. However without him, life would be bleak. Who would be there to sit in inconvenient places or claim my new baby as his own? Who would make the sound of an empty aerosol when trying to hiss? It's the little things that make us who we are, regardless of species. We are all individual pieces of a universal puzzle, with our own little worlds intricately intertwined like the web of a spider.

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