secret?’
‘I guess…….. I don’t know; we love each other, and we trust each other. We both have a little bit of space from each other, like tonight and that’s good for us. When I’m not with him I really miss him and he says the same about me so I guess it’s good to have space now and then. But we need to sort out your love life girl. Now come on – lets phone this blue eyed hunk of yours. I’ll speak to him if you like! ’
‘It’s late. Maybe tomorrow. I just don’t want him to think I’m chasing him’
But the following morning David Wilson was the last thing on her mind. Tabby cat hadn’t leapt through the cat flap when she dished out his whiskas. Nor did he come when she opened the back door to the garden and called to him or when she tapped his bowl. She made coffee for herself and Sandy .
‘I bet he’s out chasing a girlfriend, the little muppet. Fancy some toast Sandy ?’
‘Mmmm that’d be lovely hun, thank you.’
Felicity made toast and they sat at the kitchen table and chatted for a while and then went out to look for the cat. It was Sandy who noticed it first. Little drops of dried blood here and there as they walked around the path to the front door. Then Felicity saw him lying in the flower bed under the window. His body lying very still; the only movement was his soft fur rustling in the gentle morning breeze.
‘Oh No! Tabby Cat!’ She stooped to pick him up but she could see the dried blood beneath him and knew straight away that she was too late. Her heart began to pound and tears began to roll down her cheeks as she felt for a pulse but his body was cold. He’d probably been there all night.
‘Poor little thing. Hit by a car I expect. I’m so sorry Flick.’
‘I shouldn’t have gone out last night and left him. It’s my fault. Oh my poor little muppet.’
‘Come on Flick. Come inside. I’ll get Mark to come over and sort things out. Come on’. Sandra had to literally drag her friend into the cottage. She phoned Mark who said he’d be there within half an hour or so. Felicity was heartbroken. The cat was her friend; she told him everything. She couldn’t believe he was gone. She went into the kitchen and the first thing she saw was his little dish on the floor that she’d just filled with fresh food that would never be eaten. She watched as Sandy emptied it into the bin and put his bowl into the sink and the tears came again. Mark was true to his word. He was there in twenty minutes and Sandy rushed out to meet him. She watched him through the kitchen window digging a deep grave at the bottom of the back garden. He seemed to be out there for ever, just digging. Felicity had lost track of time and when he appeared in the doorway and said, ‘It’s done. We’ve got to get back for Josh but we could come back later and I’ll make a little cross to mark the grave if you like Flick, put his name on it.’
‘He didn’t have a name. That’s awful isn’t it? He should have had a name.’
‘He had more love than any cat I’ve ever known’ Sandra told her, ‘He didn’t need a name. I’m going to stay here with Flick, Mark’
‘Ok. I’ll bring Josh over later.’
‘No Sandy . You go home with Mark. I’ll be fine honestly. Thank you both so much; especially you Mark. It was really good of you to do that.’
As they drove back home Mark, who had been very quiet since they’d left spoke up, ‘I don’t think that cat was hit by a car.’
‘What?’ Sandy was shocked.
‘I don’t think it was hit by a car. I think someone killed it.’
‘What? Are you serious? What makes you think that?’
‘A car would have crushed it or something, or just whacked it but that cats body was ripped open and there was a clean cut like a knife or something. I’m telling you Sandy I’m pretty sure someone killed it, but I couldn’t tell her that could I? Poor girl was in a hell of a state.’
‘I wish you had told me then, because I wouldn’t have left her.
‘I guess…….. I don’t know; we love each other, and we trust each other. We both have a little bit of space from each other, like tonight and that’s good for us. When I’m not with him I really miss him and he says the same about me so I guess it’s good to have space now and then. But we need to sort out your love life girl. Now come on – lets phone this blue eyed hunk of yours. I’ll speak to him if you like! ’
‘It’s late. Maybe tomorrow. I just don’t want him to think I’m chasing him’
But the following morning David Wilson was the last thing on her mind. Tabby cat hadn’t leapt through the cat flap when she dished out his whiskas. Nor did he come when she opened the back door to the garden and called to him or when she tapped his bowl. She made coffee for herself and Sandy .
‘I bet he’s out chasing a girlfriend, the little muppet. Fancy some toast Sandy ?’
‘Mmmm that’d be lovely hun, thank you.’
Felicity made toast and they sat at the kitchen table and chatted for a while and then went out to look for the cat. It was Sandy who noticed it first. Little drops of dried blood here and there as they walked around the path to the front door. Then Felicity saw him lying in the flower bed under the window. His body lying very still; the only movement was his soft fur rustling in the gentle morning breeze.
‘Oh No! Tabby Cat!’ She stooped to pick him up but she could see the dried blood beneath him and knew straight away that she was too late. Her heart began to pound and tears began to roll down her cheeks as she felt for a pulse but his body was cold. He’d probably been there all night.
‘Poor little thing. Hit by a car I expect. I’m so sorry Flick.’
‘I shouldn’t have gone out last night and left him. It’s my fault. Oh my poor little muppet.’
‘Come on Flick. Come inside. I’ll get Mark to come over and sort things out. Come on’. Sandra had to literally drag her friend into the cottage. She phoned Mark who said he’d be there within half an hour or so. Felicity was heartbroken. The cat was her friend; she told him everything. She couldn’t believe he was gone. She went into the kitchen and the first thing she saw was his little dish on the floor that she’d just filled with fresh food that would never be eaten. She watched as Sandy emptied it into the bin and put his bowl into the sink and the tears came again. Mark was true to his word. He was there in twenty minutes and Sandy rushed out to meet him. She watched him through the kitchen window digging a deep grave at the bottom of the back garden. He seemed to be out there for ever, just digging. Felicity had lost track of time and when he appeared in the doorway and said, ‘It’s done. We’ve got to get back for Josh but we could come back later and I’ll make a little cross to mark the grave if you like Flick, put his name on it.’
‘He didn’t have a name. That’s awful isn’t it? He should have had a name.’
‘He had more love than any cat I’ve ever known’ Sandra told her, ‘He didn’t need a name. I’m going to stay here with Flick, Mark’
‘Ok. I’ll bring Josh over later.’
‘No Sandy . You go home with Mark. I’ll be fine honestly. Thank you both so much; especially you Mark. It was really good of you to do that.’
As they drove back home Mark, who had been very quiet since they’d left spoke up, ‘I don’t think that cat was hit by a car.’
‘What?’ Sandy was shocked.
‘I don’t think it was hit by a car. I think someone killed it.’
‘What? Are you serious? What makes you think that?’
‘A car would have crushed it or something, or just whacked it but that cats body was ripped open and there was a clean cut like a knife or something. I’m telling you Sandy I’m pretty sure someone killed it, but I couldn’t tell her that could I? Poor girl was in a hell of a state.’
‘I wish you had told me then, because I wouldn’t have left her.
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