"Woking on my game"–lol. Imma leave it.
A World of Madness: Cream of Wheat
She really enjoys the Cream of Wheat when she finds it. With just water and salt was fine; with a few tablespoons of milk it was a delight.
She happily eats it every day in that house that isn’t her own. As she performs chores to repay her presence there.
Fixing the electricity was a matter of course. She fumbled around for nearly a whole day before she figured out the setup and got the lights to switch on. But once she got it going, she was quick to get the food back into the newly disinfected refrigerator.
She left that place with her head held high and hope in her heart.
She didn’t know why the phones had stopped working.
She didn’t know why the sudden snowstorm had blanketed everything in feet of snow. She didn’t know why the bridge had flooded out. She didn’t know why she had made that wrong turn.
When she thought back, it was a series of mishaps that had brought her to the house.
Trudging back toward where she’d abandoned her car, she kept up a whispered conversation with Dahlia.
The cat had been so good natured throughout their month long adventure. They’d never been away from home for so long. It had been a relief not to have to keep Dahlia locked up. Something she would have had to do if the cat had been ruining anything.
Instead, Dahlia had seemed to show a genuine respect for their borrowed house. She had made use of the array of cat towers but had otherwise kept her claws to herself.
"When we get home," she said, "I’m going to buy you a whole bunch of new toys. Some little jangly balls and a new cardboard scratch pad. You’ve been such a good girl."
Dahlia took the praise with admirable aplomb, though there was a vague sense of rolled eyes. She accepted the scratching fingers through the side of her carrier, even going so far as to roll onto her side and offer more surface area.
"We’re going to be all right," she said. "It’s just been a really weird month. I’m going to be glad when things get back to normal."
