The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Cat Scratch Traffic
She squints at the stop sign with the groggy look of 6:00 am drivers. Watching for a break in traffic, the woman suddenly comes alive. She jolts. The car rolls as though she’s released her foot from the brake, then it jolts again as she wrestles her car into park. She seems to be howling, reaching around her like the car is filling with water, but rather, it fills with meows. A cat, her cat presumably, pounces from its appearance at her side and up onto the dashboard. The cat blocks her view, the wheel gets in the way. She tries unsuccessfully to cajole her kitty back into his seat. She stretches for the thick white and orange creature, who expands–one limb in each direction, in extended revolt, suddenly heavier than before. This cat and commute will not be tamed, it seems, or certainly not at this hour.
–Loveland, Colorado
In Memoriam: My brother’s cat Boogidy.
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
I pictured this in its entirety … in fact as I was reading I was doing the movements of the driver. ๐
๐ Oh, thank you! That’s great to hear! I wasn’t sure if it made sense to anyone other than yours truly.
R.I.P Boogidy…like that name. Post was aces as always and had me imagining it all, Paige.
Great write and love how Boogidy is all stretched out, peeking at the camera ๐
Hehe, he was a superfantastic cat. ๐ Thanks!
A truly wonderful blog!
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