And, so we come full circle; For all those who have shared this remarkable creative journey, every day, throughout the month of May, this story is the final chapter in my answer to your question, "What led up to the story of day 1?"
I honestly have absolutely no clue how many have read part, or all, of this series, but I thank you from the bottom of my furry little heart.
I especially want to thank a new friend, of Elvira Mistress of Felinity, Daddy Kiril and I, for her support, every step of the way: Marian Allen.
Author Marian Allen decided to challenge herself and her readers to take the Story a Day Challenge and I climbed aboard.
I also want to thank Story a Day for encouraging creative writers everywhere to give this challenge a try.
Finally; thank you Amanda Socci, another friend of Daddy Kiril, Elvira Mistress of Felinity and I, for giving daddy the heads up to what Marian was doing.
Marian's day 31 story is here. It is an amusing, yet unsettling, story for our age. I do have to wonder, though, where were all the cats?
As I prepared for my own final chapter I realized that, in order to bring about the satisfactory conclusion I wanted as a lead in to day 1, it was going to take writing my first 200 word cat story.....
For Times Gone By by Nikita Cat
“Kitty!” his daughter said, pointing out the window at least once a week; MacBark would sit, wagging his tail, as if to say, “I can’t be sure, master, but you just might want to check”.
So, one night, just before Christmas, William watched out the window; sure enough a cat could be seen in the darkness. The next day he kept watch, seeing the old cat limp down the block, and he gasped…
The face…Oh my Lord, could it be? He decided a food and treat run was in order...
Aubrey had been visiting almost a year, but just couldn’t approach Master William; he was happy for him and his family, though, and felt he could die in peace at last.
On Christmas Eve, napping in the bushes, he dreamed; Master William approached with a bowl of tuna and his favorite treat, and Aubrey meowed. After eating, he rubbed his face against William’s leg, and sat in his lap for a chin scritch and belly rub, just like old times…
Startled, Aubrey awoke; Just a dream he sighed…then saw the bowl.
William watched from the window, tears streaming down his face, as Aubrey took one last look and walked away.
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