Cindy took the body of her beloved Twister and wrapped it in soft blanket, tears rolling down her cheeks as she did so.
“Come on Noodle, lets find a nice place to bury your friend.” Noodle made no noise as she followed Cindy out of the front door. She kept her eyes on the Scarecrows, who seemed to mock her. Noodle hissed, but without feeling. She was a sad cat, a lonely cat.
After finding a spade in the little lean-to shed at the side of the house, Cindy looked around her, trying to find a nice place to bury her furry companion. She walked towards a small clump of trees. Noodle hung behind, and without warning began hissing and howling.
“Stay where you are if you don’t want to come with me, but it would be nice if you came and showed some respects.”
Cindy turned around and looked her demented cat, whose fur was standing on end, her eyes wide like saucers. She hissed once more, focusing on something in the woods, before turning skulking back towards the house.
“Whatever is wrong with you? ”
Holding Twister in her arms, Cindy proceeded to walk towards the trees alone. She stopped in her tracks.
“Oh my, this isn’t quite what I had in mind. A Cat Cemetery. How unusual. What a lovely quiet resting place.”
It was actually a little too quiet. In her grief, Cindy didn’t notice that there were no birds singing. She tiptoed carefully among the graves, some marked roughly with names, others derelict and unnamed.
“Oh dear, who will look after you when I go back to California?” she said “Oh dear Twister, I am going to miss you.”
Somewhere in the distance, a cat cried, but Cindy didn’t notice.
She patted the ground smooth after burying her cat, and found some pretty rocks to mark the spot until she could have a small headstone made.
For the rest of the day Noodle remained inside. She wouldn’t eat or be petted, but sat in the bedroom window staring out into the fields, not daring to take her eyes of the scarecrows. Why didn’t her human notice their movement?
It was a long sad and exhausting day and Cindy went to be early. “Noodle, come lie with me, I’m lonely.”
The cat didn’t move from its seat on the window ledge.
In the middle of the night Cindy awoke, did she hear someone moving?
“Noodle, where are you, come here.” Not a sound, so got out of bed and padded into the kitchen. “Noodle, come on this isn’t funny.”
The cat was nowhere to be seen, but the kitchen door was open. Cindy went to shut it and stopped dead in her tracks. Who stood in the doorway blocking her way?
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