Tragically, we found our cat dead in the garden, so we buried him beneath the pear tree, covering him with a stone.
But then three days later our cat returned.
There are only two options, I’ve deduced. Either we’re dealing with the cat messiah, or we buried someone else’s cat.
Nick lives in the West Midlands in England. By day he runs a small, independent fostering service; by night he writes 50-word stories and other flash fiction. Check out his blog.