I remember it even now, after all these years, the horror of it still vivid. We were staying at a resort on the coast of Spain, perched high on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The windows were open and the salt breeze cooled our skin.
I was playing with my favorite toy Mr. Bouncy, so named because it bounced around the room, off the table and through the open window. Frantically I meowed for my human. “It’s all right,” he said, looking out. “It landed on a ledge. I’ll get it.”
But as he stepped out, the ancient bricks gave way and he plunged into the waves far below. I reached for him but it was too late. My last memory of that day was the vision of Mr. Bouncy bobbing out to sea. I really miss that toy.
Gotta have priorities, Sharon H.
Wonderful Mike! 🤣🤣🤣
I like how kitty color-coordinates with the house…
Anybody else flashing back to The Lion King? No? Just me, then.
yes.
Almost thought I was reading a Daphne du Maurier story.
I had the same thought! Have you seen the new Netflix production of Rebecca? I thought it was far superior to Hitchcock’s.
So like a cat, worried more about the Mr. Bouncy toy than the hoomin. Okay Mike, what’s the next chapter to this story? You left us at a cliff hanger part in the story.
So to speak.
WIIIIILSOOOOOOONNNNN!!!
Cue hysterical sobbing.
Bwahahaha!!! This is brilliant! And the hover text, that is such a cat but just remember can openers don’t operate themselves.
BIG SPLASH …. kerplop…… sigh