Peet
Last week I saw my little Peet cat sitting on the bench in the garden
and took my cup of tea to join him. He wasn't normally a very a very loving cat,
but when I got there he purred and cuddled up to me, and while I stroked him our
resident red breasted bird came and sat on the branch above us and sang to
us while Peet and I shared some cuddling time. The sky was blue, and the grass was green and
newly mowed and Peet was ever so sweet that I thought to
myself, as simple as the moment was, it was perhaps one of the most perfect
moments I had had in a long time.
And I am very glad for that moment because Peet got run over yesterday evening in front
of our house and today I am very sad.
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