She was gracious yet crumpled for her age. Her love for the feline persuasion beyond most of you. The pet door on her home always open. The traffic heavy and she pampered them all. The town couldn't nail her on violations as she never hoarded and contained them, just feed and consoled. Still they regarded her as a nuisance and made secret to remove her as if she alone was the cause of a plague of cats.
At night when the whisper of star light appears I swear you could here the purring, seemed the whole town was in the rumble of contentment. The old lady died and the town roughly divided her estate and disposed of her remains the same as any pulper. I was near the town on the first anniversary of her passing, thinking about my own cats at the time. I kept seeing them along the road, one and then a few, them droves. So many they stopped my car, as if to caution me, warn me. Just beyond the road that surrounded the town, thousands of cats sat and watched. My heart wailed up with thoughts of the old lady, tears came. I don't know why I opened my car door, stepped out. The cats comforted me. They purred together and purred loudly. After a few minutes the purring resounded and echoed and became deafening. The wind whipped, the ground shook violently. I lost my footing went down, banged my head.
Felt cold wet raspy licks on my face, a small purr revived me. I stirred up, a few cats here and there running off into the woods. Near day break, I was out all night. I gathered my wits, got in my car, drove off as if nothing had happened. Glancing across the road into the morning mist, I jerked my brakes to a screeching stop, got out in a gasped panic. It wasn't mist, it was smoke, the town was leveled, the town was gone.
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