I had just come in from outside, taken off my coat, and grabbed a coffee. As I walked into the next room, I was startled by a small face, startled like when a snake crosses your path. Only it wasn't a snake.
It was a cat, in my house. I don't have a cat.
Nonchalantly, she tiptoed down the stairs acting like she belonged, acting innocent.
"Lizzy, what are you doing here?" I knew her name from here collar. She must have sneaked in when I was moving boxes. I cleaned up the spilt coffee. What was she doing upstairs?
She didn't seem to have any of my stuff on her. I tried to take her mugshot but she avoided me like a pro. "Lizzy, this is your first warning." I let her go, this time...
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Photos by @kansuze usng a Canon SX620 HS in Kanata (Otawa), Canada.
