Cats and Cookies
written March 10, 2013
The basement door opened and slammed shut, encouraged by the howling wind. Leaves danced along the outside walls of the house, begging to be let in. The cat’s owner was home, trudging up the steps, her purse clanging and banging against the rail. The cat meowed several times, and then turned her speech into a purr. The owner coaxed the cat into her bedroom with a sweet, “Hey Kitty-kitty!”
The little boy abandoned his ball and thundered upstairs behind his aunt, suddenly remembering the cookies that had been cooling on the counter. His pure tenor voice begged for some sweets, and his mother quietly instructed him that two was his limit. He scraped the kitchen chair away from the table and made quick work of the chocolate chip cookies. The fridge hummed as water splashed into a plastic cup. The loud gulp-gulp signaled that snack time was almost over.