This morning, after the three of them leave to drop one of them off at the train station to go into town for school, just what I've been waiting for, feigning sleep upstairs, I go down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. On the way, a pretty black and brown moth huddled on the stairs, down in the corner where they turn going downstairs.
Acting invisible.
Wrong color for hiding on the stairs.
I pass the moth, careful not to step on him. I drink my coffee. I step over him again on the way back up. When the other two get back, I mention it to the little one. "Yeah, I saw it this morning. Is it alive or dead?" she looks. "Ah, it's turned around. It's alive."
I go to the cellar to get a screw driver to perform some morning task, taking down curtains or something, to be washed. I let a cat out of the cellar, where it's apparently trapped itself. I take down curtains and drink more coffee.
Going back upstairs to get dressed, I notice the moth is gone. I notice the cat is licking its lips.
Posted at September 13, 2003 05:42 AMAnd that, pretty much sums up life.
Posted by: Alexandra at September 16, 2003 01:31 PMyou're lucky. my cat brings in these bird-size monstrosities and then expects me to kill 'em before he eats them. *shudder*
Posted by: lizard at September 21, 2003 10:55 AM