Join us at this week's 100 Word Challenge prompt: BATHED
Cat in the Window
Our cat sat in the living room window, as he did every early morning, squinting at the pink sunrise. As the blackbirds scolded, he chattered back with a bizarre bird call he had taught himself. He pressed his forehead against the screen, closed his eyes, and dreamed of the hunt. Eventually he bathed unconcerned--first his face, then his paws--as a mother bird frantically, furiously darted toward the screen.
I left our cat there for my computer and freelance writer workday. That evening, as always, he bathed--ears, tail--and listened with one ear as I worried out loud.