626. End of the bed

© Bruce Goodman 28 June 2015

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Hailey and Malcolm lay in bed. It was a warm spring night; not overbearing, but mild enough to have the window wide open.

Hailey read a while, with Malcolm snoring beside her. She turned out the bedside light and snuggled down in the bed.

Around midnight Hailey felt something run across her feet. A rat? A mouse? She sat up with a start. She woke Malcolm. There was nothing to be seen. They fell asleep again.

The next morning, at the end of the bed, there was a cat. She had given birth to three kittens in the night.

Whose cat it was, they had no idea. It wasn’t their cat. They hated pets.

Malcolm put the kittens in a sack with a couple of boulders and dropped them from a bridge into the river.

28 thoughts on “626. End of the bed

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Cats – back in the old days – weren’t operated on so they couldn’t have kittens, so the kittens had to be put down and drowning was probably the most humane way…

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