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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