Cat On the Edge
“A heavy depression gripped her. She had no clue to its cause. She was not fully awake; she felt certain that the missing fact would make itself known the moment she came alive. The waiting revelation would, in just a moment now, sock her in the belly.
The impending weight was accompanied by a sense of helplessness, as if she would be able to do nothing whatever about the bad news. In one more minute she’d have to face some unavoidable irrevocable truth.
And it hit her. She came fully awake: she... remembered her small cat self.
She remembered changing from woman to cat. Remembered doing that last night in front of Clyde, remembered rubbing against Clyde’s ankles. Remembered his sick disgust.
She remembered that he knew about Jimmie and Sheril; and that he hadn’t told her. That he had behaved with some kind of uncharacteristic loyalty to Jimmie, a loyalty he would never exhibit, normally, given his long-standing antipathy to Jimmie.
She stared around at Clyde’s small, homely guest room; at the drawn blind awash with early light; at the scarred oak desk, the ugly green metal filing cabinet, the large black-and-chrome structure of his weight equipment, whose immovable part was fixed to the wall.MoreLess
The impending weight was accompanied by a sense of helplessness, as if she would be able to do nothing whatever about the bad news. In one more minute she’d have to face some unavoidable irrevocable truth.
And it hit her. She came fully awake: she... remembered her small cat self.
She remembered changing from woman to cat. Remembered doing that last night in front of Clyde, remembered rubbing against Clyde’s ankles. Remembered his sick disgust.
She remembered that he knew about Jimmie and Sheril; and that he hadn’t told her. That he had behaved with some kind of uncharacteristic loyalty to Jimmie, a loyalty he would never exhibit, normally, given his long-standing antipathy to Jimmie.
She stared around at Clyde’s small, homely guest room; at the drawn blind awash with early light; at the scarred oak desk, the ugly green metal filing cabinet, the large black-and-chrome structure of his weight equipment, whose immovable part was fixed to the wall.MoreLess
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