Silently, it gazes out at the world, seeing or not seeing, who’s to know? People walk past, on their way to school, work, the shops. It moves its head, follows the movement. Does it see people?
It knows dog. When dog appears, it glares, and licks lips with anxiety. Will dog come in this time? Will dog chase it, hurt it, eat it?
Dog goes.
Owner comes. It knows owner, and stands in greeting. It sees owner has bag. Bag is heavy, with things. Things could be food.
Cat jumps, from window ledge to bed to floor, and stands, waiting.
100 words, excluding title © Robert J Curtis February 2009
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