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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