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Random story

Today, a story when I was a kid popped up on my head. My grandmother’s late cat was a weird bastard and according to my grandmother, he would try to lead me places. He liked me the most for some reason. With other kids, he was like this when they got a bit too annoying for his taste:

But with me we were like this:

( We were like Sam and Dean Winchester. Less monster fighting and more sibling relationship.)

This is the story of him looking like some sort of weird child of the forest.

It was a humid evening in my grandmothers property in Ohio. We were having a dance party in the patch grass between the animal-less barn and the Big House. There was a patch of ferns and he was lulled to sleep by the music and laughter. I saw him. He was on his side eyes closed, looking content. I wish I took a pic he looked like some guardian of the forest. The cat is 3 years gone, and there are some weird stories about him in our family.