When Will You Be Home?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I don't know where you are, but I miss you. When will you be back? When can things be the way before you ever laid down. Even the people cry from time to time.

Submitted: January 24, 2015

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One day they took you away. The man lifted you in his arms the best he could. You seemed to flop upon his shoulder like an empty sack with a dull gaze that just barely touched me. It was the first time you had moved in days, besides the steady motion of your breath, and the twitching of your ears as I cleaned them. The woman opened the door, but when I tried to follow she pushed me away with her shoe. “No Tabby.” she said.

So I retreated to the living room where the window seal was. I watched as they loaded you in. The transporter roared than rolled until it was out of my sight. At first the sky was blue, but it morphed: yellow, pink, red, black. When they arrived you weren’t with them.

I’m not sure where you’ve gone, but the bed is awfully cold. You’ve always been warm, and soft. The woman even brought me into their bed a few nights ago. It was wonderful, but just not the same without you. Eventually I left their room, and returned to ours. The people are nice but they do not have the coat you have.  To make matters worse the days are getting colder. I ball up tighter every night. I worry that you’re out in that cold.

Today the man sat a small square on our bed. You were there trapped behind the glass. I called to you but you didn’t hear me. You wagged that fluffy tail before running around a replica of our home. At least you looked happy. You looked bright, like the you I remember from a long time ago.

You were always in my life I’m sure. Although much of my early days are blurred I remember you. You sat on our couch just vaguely aware of my presence.  I had been around people before, but you were hands down the biggest ugliest cat I have ever seen. I was cautious, but you were kind. On that first night you wrapped your neck around me to stop my quivering. You devoted your attention to me, and you graciously earned the title of my mother.

I know we are different. You are not a cat like me. I’m not sure what you really are, but that means nothing to me. I just want you back. The you in the square is not warm, but I sleep with it anyway. I will wrap myself around it like you did from me that first night. Maybe that will keep you from quivering where ever you are.

 I miss you very much. It is hard to eat or sleep without you. This change is difficult. I’m going to push through it though. I’m going to get better so when you come home we can play and snuggle like we used to. I’m going to try for you Rex. I’m going to try. 


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