Second First Impressions

by Sally Thorne

How nice it must be, to be so young. That’s the only prize I can never win again.”

He’s a beautiful black cat, dropping feathers and ivy leaves on my doormat. He’s given me nothing but kindness, friendship, and the diamond sparkles in his tortoiseshell eyes. In my tiny universe, he’s showered me in riches.

“When you eventually leave, please do it really gently, okay?”