Two days without showing up was very unlike her.

Two days without showing up was very unlike her. In fact, just the sound of the door to the garden sliding open every morning would be enough for her to come running. Suspicious, I decided to go look for her up and down the street, but I didn't need to look far. Right out front, I found her corpse. Next to a small piece of crunched up aluminum foil. Whatever was inside it, gone. Someone poisoned the cat. I grabbed her and was surprised to find she was already stiff as a rock. I carried her down to the garden, and buried her. A shuffle in the bamboo a few feet away betrayed her kittens, watching. Her name was Koshary, and she was a very sweet girl. #journal