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| "Top" - Author's Cat |
I was watching TV, and the front door was open. The screen door was shut. Suddenly, I heard scratching on the door. "Meow?" It was Top, my flame point Siamese. "Go away," I said. "You aren't allowed in here." He looked sad as he locked eyes with me. Once again, he said, "Meow?" Then he stepped off the well-lit porch and into the darkness. I don't know which way he went, but it was in the general direction of the place where I had buried him, months ago.
The End
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