House of Mittens – Short Story

Mittens leapt from her master’s lap when he made a funny noise. She ran to the kitchen table and jumped up with a calm demeanor, licking her whiskers. The greasy hands of her master made her feel unclean. Master was making more loud noises when he looked out the clear barrier to the outside. He put his face to the clear barrier. There was a sparkly light coming from the large box place next door. Wispy steam floated into the sky from the large box thing. Her master made the noise, “Fire” followed by “All dead?” Mittens saw her jangly toys, looking untouched and innocent Read More