The Cat

The other day I came home for lunch and left out the back door. I heard the cat that lives in our water catchment meowing violently as usual and thought nothing of it, until I almost stepped on his writhing, soaking wet body between the house and the catchment. I don’t know what happened to him, but I let out a little gasp and felt a feeling like I should help it. I glanced to the corner of the catchment where I had seen it sitting, alive, just the past night as I was outside appreciating the stars. Already late for class, and at a loss for what I could do anyway, I side stepped the cat and tried to put it out of my thoughts.