Both of the cats ran through the living room. Linda wasn’t ready to deal with anything yet. Her feet hung on the gray worsted ottoman. Both the windows once open would help. Fresh air and some sun light.
Eggs and Freckles tormented each other constantly. They claws would tear on a dime through the blue carpeted living room. She hated cats. It wasn’t so much that she was a dog person as she isn’t a “oh please make me responsible for yet another goddamn thing” person.
Head lifting up her throat managed, “Damn cats.” Her feet swung upward from the ottoman, pushing it outward toward the TV.
She had momentum now. her hips moving on and on to the window, legs and torso along for the ride. She had learned the proper walk of a DAR, and the proper talk of a DAR. The booze and cigarettes always helped her feel more free at displaying her blue blood heritage.
Suddenly Freckles leaps ontot the TV. The mouser pushes and tiles the contents of the basket.
“FUCK”.