No cat, no house. Aunt Renee’s will was clear.
And I needed the house.
I thought I could wait the cat out. He’d been old when I was young, couldn’t last much longer.
But as time went by, and I grew frailer, Fluffy seemed to get younger, fatter, more … well, menacing
My son … and heir … sits beside me, stroking my hands. He’s promising to take care of Fluffy.
I try to tell him – Fluffy will take care of you. Like he did with me.
But I can’t speak. And Fluffy is lying there…watching me.