A Place Called Home
In the hush of a moonlit glade, a white Siamese cat with sky-bright eyes padded softly through the tall grass, her fur glowing like snow beneath the stars. Lonely but full of quiet hope, she followed the scent of chimney smoke and the flicker of lantern light between the trees.
She saw an open door, glowing warmly in the night, its frame wrapped in ivy and the scent of cinnamon drifting out like a whispered welcome. Her heart fluttered—was this the home she’d been dreaming of, or just another passing shelter in the woods?
She paused beneath the starlit branches as the figure in the doorway stepped into the golden light—a gentle soul wrapped in a patchwork shawl, eyes twinkling with curiosity and care. The smile they wore was both kind and wondering, as if they’d been waiting for someone just like her, though they hadn’t known it until now.
The cat meowed, soft as drifting snow, and from the open door came an echoing reply—“mowie…”—as if the house itself were whispering back in a forgotten language of comfort and belonging. The figure tilted their head, then knelt with an outstretched hand, as if inviting not just a visitor, but a story yet to unfold.
The cat stepped forward, crossing the threshold with cautious grace, her paws silent on the warm wooden floor. Inside, the air shimmered with the scent of herbs and something older—like pages of a well-loved book—and the door slowly closed behind her, as if the house had taken a breath and sighed in welcome.
The gentle hand lifted the cat with reverence, as though she were something sacred, and placed her atop a small, carved coffin draped in ivy and moon-pale cloth. As her eyes fluttered closed and she curled into sleep, a hush fell over the room—as if time itself had paused to listen.
A voice, barely more than a breath, murmured, “Sleep, mowie… we will talk tomorrow,” as the lamp’s golden light dimmed to a gentle glow. Shadows settled like blankets across the room, and soon, both the cat and the kind figure were wrapped in dreams, as the house stood watch in perfect peace.
🌙 The end.
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