The cats have all gone.
A month ago we could walk around the neighbourhood and all sorts of tabbys and moggies would make their lazy ways off doorsteps, from under bushes, from the bonnets of parked cars, come up to us, entwine themselves around our ankles or stretch out on their backs looking for a tickle, a stroke.
Now, they’re gone. We miss them and those short bursts of therapy they offered, those moments when our cares and woes slipped away.
On the other hand, the birds are back, and the dawn chorus is heard once more.
Silver linings, eh?
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge found here.