I remember once sleeping on a strange sofa, in a very strange house located in a little fishing village on the outskirts of Seattle, with two Kats and hundreds of fleas; not one of them had been neutered. The cat’s name was Charles and the girl's name was Kat. It was destined to be a one night stand. The next day the cat and the new girlfriend both were recipients of a bath. Afterwhich the tub was disgustingly bloody with dirty water and the floating dead. The cat
thanked me and then he left….the girl, well she followed me for miles into town until I escaped via a bus because I’ve always been more of a dog person….
2009 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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