Putting My Feet In The Dirt Prompt#25- Feline Good

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I thought that tonight
would be a good night
to sit at my window, put my feet up
with a warm cup of tea warming my hands and my bones
and that I could wait for the snow to fall,
for the Christmas lights to twinkle and pop on
up and down my street.
It’s really quiet tonight.
I can hear the wind blowing way up high in the trees, I can hear the leaves, frosted with
ice, crackling like the blackened burning wood in my fireplace
and
my dog is snoring beside me, his paws are dancing and his tail is swishing dreamily,
happily beside him.
My old black cat is watching his reflection
in the glass fireplace screen
with his ears pinned against his head.
” Do you see a monster in there? ” I asked him.
My cat looks up at me.
” Do you see a monster in the flames? ” I asked as I took a sip of tea.
” It’s just the wind in the trees making the flames dance like that, ” my cat says ” it does
that on winter nights like these. But I don’t like it at all. Not one little bit.”
“Silly old cat,” I said to myself.
“Why can’t he just enjoy himself for no reason at all
for once”
” It must be a cat thing. ” My dog said sleepily. ” It’s just a cat thing.”
And then my dog went back to sleep and my cat went back to watching his flames and I
went back to waiting for it to snow.