The Cat

 “The fish is cooked,” I said to my husband as I placed them on the side. When I turn again I freeze on the spot. There was a deep blue to his eyes like the ocean, and his legs looked agile and strong. He had black fur that defined his chiselled jaw. I stood and watched as he crept forward ready to pounce. His pointed nose sniffed the air as his long tongue slid over his razor-sharp teeth. “Love,” I shouted for my husband but it was too late. The kitten had already crawled up my leg.

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