When I looked out of the window this morning
Snowball was sitting in the back garden. What a nerve! I decided
to ignore her but, instead, rushed out of the house to see her.
However, I walked up the garden slowly and coolly pretending I
didn’t realize she was there.
“Hello,” she said in a quiet, sweet voice.
“Where have you been for the last few days?”
I wanted to tell her that I was distraught
with sadness. I wanted to tell her I was devastated that she had
kissed and cuddled Killer. I wanted to tell her that I was
broken hearted and all nine of my lives were ruined.
“I’ve been rather busy,” I said
“Killer is well again,” she said cryptically.
“Is he?” I replied, with an air of
“Thought you should know so you can avoid
him,” she taunted.
“I’m not afraid of him,” I lied.
“Would you like to go for a walk?” she asked
“I have to look after my humans,” I said
contemptuously, wishing I had replied, “YES! YES! YES!”
Moments later she had skipped through the
hedge and out of my life.
Why are girls so complicated?