The joy of cats: a play in two acts
July 28, 2021 / /
Angie is pouring herself coffee, hears strange noises. Sees Stella in the bedroom, in a life-or-death battle with the rug.
“Stop attacking the damn carpet!” Angie shrieks. Stella bolts. End scene.
Angie opens the front door of the Airbnb, to let in more light as is her custom. She peers through the double-paned glass of the storm door to spot… is that… is that a dead bird? Jesus, one of the ferals brought me freaking bird. Ew. Ew. Ew.
Angie disposes of the unwanted feline gift, and damn near scrubs the skin off her hands. End scene.
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