Don’t go, she wanted to tell them. I’ll be all alone. No one to fix meals for. No one to hug. No one to love—and I do so love you.
She watched them scamper away, chasing butterflies and grasshoppers. Slowly she closed the door, hoping one of them might run back. But the doorway remained empty.
She brushed her graying hair out of her eyes and blinked back a tear. What to do all day? Nothing but wait.
Nightfall came at last, and she heard them at the door. They’re back, she thought with satisfaction. My kitties are back.
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