catdad (inactive)

so the Greeks build a giant wooden cat instead of a horse and leave it outside the gates. it's inside the walls before lunch, because who's going to argue against a cat. in all likelihood, they'd probably think she is athena's favorite.

by evening she has a name and people are leaving food out for her. Odysseus and his men inside are starving, so obviously they eat it. and then they keep eating it, because Trojan food turns out to be incredible.

he sticks his head through the railings, tail wiggling. he reminds me of those retired grandpas who finally have the time to enjoy life a little.

today i opened the door without checking. our eyes met. his went huge. no longer unbothered, i was his next kill. i mean, i ruined his little joyous moment, that i did.

i was the intruder. we held the moment like two people who had walked into the wrong meeting.

i closed the door slowly. don't mind me. you enjoy your view. i'm not even here.

then it was all chilli, no salt. added salt.

now it tastes terrible.