I let Lily, our cat, out the back door tonight and, as usual, waited for her return, busying myself with a bit of writing.
I became aware she had not returned, asking to be let in. So I opened the door and called her. It was windy, so I called several times. Still no cat.
“Where are you, Lily?” I called, only to hear a cry behind me in the room. She must have sneaked past when I struggled with the door in the wind. The look she gave me said it all.
2026 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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