Death of a Cat Lady

When the aneurysm blew and you fell to the kitchen floor in a lifeless heap Sunday evening, the cat-food dish was full. It’s Thursday noon, you’re still lying there and I finished the Meow Mix early Tuesday morning. I hope your boss sends someone today to find out why you’ve missed work all week, before you become too decomposed to stomach.

The challenge: to write a three-sentence story. Click the link to visit Chuck Wendig’s site and see some of the other entries.

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Comments

  • Elly Lou  On August 7, 2011 at 8:24 pm

    …and now you have me nervous about the way my cat is eying me up.

    • Toni  On August 7, 2011 at 11:32 pm

      I’m sure you look delicious.

  • Abigail Sharpe  On August 9, 2011 at 1:11 pm

    Okay, ewwww. 🙂

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