19. Cleocatra
19
Cleocatra
M y dish is empty.
I’m trying not to take this as a personal offense, but it’s hard not to.
If only I were trusted outside to hunt.
I swear I could do it.
I’ve killed birds, a few mice, but they are always immediately taken from me—an insult to the highest degree.
I don’t even have the pleasure of batting them around a little.
And now Nature is right there .
In fact, there’s a fat Magpie sitting on a low branch directly in my line of sight. I swear it’s saying my name, provoking me to do something.
I wish I could, little fucker.
You’d be dead before you could make that annoying sound again.
Soon enough I will get my revenge.
Soon enough.
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