49. before you p.t.s. your dreams, please contact me
my hand on the shoulder of his coat, i looked back as we left, & there was sasha in a cage, with her long plush snowfall coat, an avalanche from her white neck, now stretched towards him, it was stretching so that she could be closer as he walked off, so that she could make up the distance, with each gigantic footstep taken, also looking were the small heads & palpitating throats of her kittens around her fluffy belly, their tiny kitten's paws standing on her big cat's paws, using them as islands, it was as though her neck would extend with all the hope of her in that small head, she was looking after him, with that shocked look on her face, as all the cats will look out of cages in those places, those cats that will never forgive us, & her with a meow of disbelief that hissed from her throat, she tried to meow like she normally did, when she had a bit of spunk in her, but she was so betrayed that she could only hiss, like someone breathing out, this year was the biggest holiday dumping yet, i did not want her destroyed, so on the form handed over, by one of those haggard women, that has worked too long & too hard for animal welfare, i wrote in a clause, before signing sasha over, 'please do not P.T.S. (put to sleep), contact me', before you p.t.s. your dreams, please contact me |
