Who knows why the black cat walked in front of us for two miles, occasionally looking back.
Not my cat, not yours. Just a black cat, late night walking down a three mile track.
And that disappearing trick with a mile still to go.
Eileen Carney Hulme lives in the North of Scotland. She has three full poetry collections published. See more at eileencarneyhulme.org.uk.
Love it..all cat stories well done! thanks
Thanks Susan.
Yes. Interesting. So many stories leave you up in the air, wondering what was the point of that? That’s the thing about cats, isn’t it, you never really know where you are with them.
Thank you.