Far From The Madding Crowd

Bathed in a strip of yellow sunlight was the neighbours boss eyed cat crapping on the lawn. i watched from the open doorway. It didn’t bother me; I hated gardening. It wouldn’t affect me if the entirety of the neighbourhoods cats all came to defacate here creating a small mound of competing markers; well but for the smell, the smell would put me off the idea truth be told.

What was its name now? Polly? Molly? Dolly? Maybe it was just Olly?

Polly-Molly-Dolly-Olly one eyed me with what looked like some satisfaction until I leant on the door and the cat froze a little before i gestured softly with a hand.

“Pray continue”, I said. The cat turned to glare at me with the other eye, which i saw for the first time was a different colour than the other and the glare being enough he continued. Half heartedly scraping at the ground, covering nothing. it loped off back to its own garden and began sunning itself on the fence. One eye closed, the other fixed to the sky.