Cat Tracks by James Morehead
July 2, 2011
Cat Tracks
by James Morehead
I've followed a cat, once. She had beautiful brown fur with long, black stripes, and black eyes so pure that no light could escape. I followed her through a ravine and stalked as she stalked, careful not to creep too close. A cat, you see, does not relax its guard: an instinctive distrust keeps her ever-watchful. A rotten log collapses: I tumble down a cliff of muddle leaves, crushing sapling pines as I fall. Rising to my feet, I see the cat sitting before me. In those deep eyes is laughter: it was I who was followed, not her.
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