The cat that wasn’t a cat meowed for her breakfast. He scratched her balding chin, the silicon shifting with his fingernail.
His old girl. How long until she’d power down for the last time?
They’d stopped supporting her model a few years ago, and her whiskers had glitched away, but she still scampered underfoot, still headbutted him during yoga.
He’d thought he could spend the rest of his years without losing someone again. The truth was pawing at his sleeve. There was always a way to lose something, but there never seemed to be a way to always keep it.
About the author:
K.A. Honeywell has written short stories and a novel called Damn Wilds. She can be found online at kahoneywell.com and on Twitter and Instagram @kahoneywell.
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