A Greeting
She stumbled thorough the door, and swiftly fought back tears. The house was pitch black, and no inviting aroma of dinner lingered through the air. No warm greeting, not even a dismissive one, met her ears. Nobody ever waited up for her, and today was no different. She winced as she shuffled to her room on feet that ached wretchedly. The pain pulsated and radiated through the whole of her body. Her chest throbbed with the ever-pressing fact that nobody awaited her return from a harsh day. Only the softness of her bed acknowledged her. She huddled deep within the blankets and awaited the crushing loneliness to rush in once again, and force the moisture from her eyes.
A sudden, shrill “Woooaw!” interrupted the countdown to tears. A flash of pure, sleek black leap up onto the bed, padded eagerly across the covers and onto her chest. Four tiny, dark paws pressed lightly into her skin. The cat, little more than a kitten, nuzzled against her chin, its tail twitching playfully. The soft rumble of a purr filled the girl’s ears, and caused the silken fur beneath her fingers to tingle. “Norbee…” she cooed lovingly, the name of the only being that awaited her. In a moment the pain, loneliness and helplessness dissolved. Now the bitter taste of the day lay forgotten by a loving sweetness. She had received a greeting after all.
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