The brisk wind blew through the small New York apartment as the girl in her lounge chair wept because of her husband's death that happened recently. Her white cat, whiskers, meowed, not understanding why his mother was crying or where his father was. The light wind blowing through Morticia's apartment as her crying died down to feed her cat Whiskers, as he continually meowed because he was hungry and there was no more cat food in his bowl. Now that she was thinking about it, she hadn't eaten in maybe 4 days, only light snacks.
A light “meow.” could be heard from the cat as his owner was knocked out of her daze by the sound.
”oh right I should probably put food in his bowl now.” Morticia thought out loud walking into her kitchen.
The woman grabbed some of her cat's food to put into his empty bowl. Looking out the window of her five story apartment she could see cars rushing back to get home to be with their families as the sun slowly set and it started getting dark. She made a quick snack to eat and got changed to go to bed without her partner by her side. Little did the woman know she forgot to close the door that leads to the balcony.
As the sun began to shine through the window covered by the small white sheer curtains, the girl awoke from her slumber to feel a slight breeze. She rolled around in bed for a few more minutes before she felt the breeze again and decided to check it out. As she got out of bed,she noticed that she left her balcony door open. The girl walked to the living room and closed the door. She felt as if something was missing.
She finally noticed that the tiny meows were gone. She didn’t freak out quite yet and looked around her small apartment calling out the name whiskers every so often. After looking in the small places that her cat could hide, she realized that he probably went through the balcony doors. Morticia ran to her room and got dressed as quickly as she could.
After she put her shoes on she grabbed her keys and locked the door. She ran as quick as lighting out of the apartment building. She decided to look behind the alleyway first and then look at the usual places her cat could have ran off too again. She checked the alleyway for a few minutes calling his name every so often. When she couldn't find him ,she walked to a small coffee cafe to check their alleyway, calling his name again and checking small places. To a normal person, she would look crazy searching high and low in an alleyway calling a barely audible name.
As the time went on searching high and low calling his name she decided to give up, and go to a flower shop to get some flowers for her husband's grave. She got some white lilies since they were his favorite, and made a short walk to his graveyard. When she finally got there she saw a white and grey cat rolling around on her dead husband's grave.
“Whiskers!” the girl exclaimed, running up to her husband's grave.
She looked like she was about to cry. She grabbed her cat so happy that she didn't lose him too. She set the lilies on her husband's grave and said some words to him. She grabbed her cat and made a long venture home as the sun began to set and let the night slowly fade in.
I hope you like it I'm still not good with grammar and little things like that anyways have a good day/night/afternoon and take care of yourselves
