“Said she didn’t like cats.”
“I know. Says they’re filthy buggers that have no place around the house.”
“Then why is she crying. I thought she would be happy to know that old tom cat is gone.”
“She had a soft spot for him. Called him Bert. He’s been the barn cat for years.”
“So that’s who Bert is.”
“Why do you say that?”
“She was grumbling under her breath one morning when she came back from the barn about some guy named Bert that had been hanging around the wood shed.”
“She’ll miss him.”
“I know she will.”
“I know. Says they’re filthy buggers that have no place around the house.”
“Then why is she crying. I thought she would be happy to know that old tom cat is gone.”
“She had a soft spot for him. Called him Bert. He’s been the barn cat for years.”
“So that’s who Bert is.”
“Why do you say that?”
“She was grumbling under her breath one morning when she came back from the barn about some guy named Bert that had been hanging around the wood shed.”
“She’ll miss him.”
“I know she will.”
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - July 6, 2016 - write a story surviving.
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Cats aren’t for everyone, but every so often, one comes along that makes inroads to the heart. Barn cat Bert was such a cat. A real gentleman. He will always be missed.
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