By teknon on Skatehive
The sun hung lazily in the sky, and the house felt unusually quiet. I stepped out of the kitchen, holding a small silver bowl of cat food, tapping it gently with a spoon as I called out for Tiger. The clink echoed, but there was no answer. I could already tell he had slipped out again. Clover and Daisy had eaten and were curled up together in deep sleep, but Tiger was nowhere to be found. He’s grown into this habit of taking little solo walks. Whenever he returns and I question him about where he’s been, he gives me that look that says if you don’t take walks, I do, before striding inside like he owns the place, ready to eat or sleep. Usually, he returns the same way he leaves. Very unbothered, a little dusty, sometimes hungry if he was unable to hunt down a squirrel or lizard. But not this time. This time, Tiger came back different. After calling out to him and him being a no show, I left the food where he could easily find it and went to bed. Only to wake up an hour later to see Tige