Our daughter was lonely. She had no experience of living on her own. And that was heart wrenching for me.
Her sister brought her a kitten. Keith Smudge was the name given to him.
He was cute, she thought he would be fun, someone to come home to and need her.
We were all excited and introduced ourselves to the little cat.
The pet shop beckoned. I bought what was needed for a kitten’s habitat.
One whole night Bella kept him.
The kitten shot under her bed then hissed and arched his back. Bella could not handle him, nor the responsibility of the patience needed. She wanted It to go back.
Back to where he came from Keith Smudge went, a new name to welcome with his habitat intact. We stood and waved him goodbye.
Bella’s wine rack was empty, and did not look the part. Foolishly I bought six bottles of wine, three red, three white. Thought it to be inviting to offer a visitor a drink.
I stood in Bella’s kitchen, a couple of days later, the wine rack devoid of all bottles, I casually asked, ‘Have you had company?’
I looked away from the redundant wine rack, the chrome wire holding fresh air. I looked away with a frown on my brow.
An uneasy feeling flooded my heart.