Tuesday, November 10

Bachelorette's Pad

I was lounging on my couch on a Tuesday night. With the television off, I could hear the humming of the air-con unit, the quiet drip of the still-faulty faucet (note: get that fixed, again), and the barely audible whoosh of a distant passing car. It was oddly quiet in my flat, but I accepted it as reprieve to finish reading my paperback. A faint shuffling of tiny feet brought me out of my reverie. Then, my black-and-white piebald cat with claws out pounced onto my belly, rubbed her cheeks everywhere and meowed stubbornly, as if saying: “Feed me, human!”

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