BloodsInk

The restaurant just inside the bay on the coast was beginning to close, the mother cat sat patiently outside the street-side door. No patrons exiting the restaurant would miss her if she sits here. Though she had no calendar or relatable concept of time passage, she always knows which days the restaurant is open and what their scheduled business hours are. It has been her routine for three years now. She hears the bell of the door opening as the last patrons come out, she perks up her ears and stands straight, giving a pleasant meow. The exiting couple stop to pet the mother cat and snap a picture before getting in their taxi to leave. Mother cat did not understand when the couple noticed to each other her enlarged breasts and thin waist. They knew she had someone counting on her return tonight. To mother cat, this is no great feat and is normal given the fact that she has two litters every year. She is four now and has birthed 15 babies in the same lumber pile bi-yearly since she