Marley — The Cat Next Door

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Marley is a cat. She’s a she cat. She lives next door to me.

It’s a strange name for a she cat, I think. But Marley doesn’t mind.

She answers to her name, but not if I call her. Only if her owner calls her.

Her owner says Marley is very fussy and I shouldn’t be offended.

All day, she sits on the air conditioning unit outside her house.

Marley watches everyone that comes and goes.

Sometimes she gets bored of watching and turns around.

Only her bottom faces the world then. And her tail, blown around by the big fan under her.

Marley decides if the world sees her face, or if the world sees her bottom.

Usually, when I come home from work, Marley has decided we only deserve to see her bottom.

I try not to be offended.

Lately I wish I could be more like Marley.

I’d decide that, at least for a while, the world only deserves to see my bottom.

Short story writer. Fantasy, sci-fi, transgressive. I lack a filter but try to make stuff fun.

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