Glass Eyes
by Catherine Bader
A new neighbor next door. Need to go introduce myself. Bring a small gift.
Holding a pretty fruit basket, I knocked. Suddenly remembered that my cat, Kitty, was outside. I’ll get him on the way home.
Opening the door with eyes cold and glassy looking. Immediately brightening with a smile.
A nice lady. Talked my head off.
But she sure didn’t like men none. Filthy creatures they were.
Don’t leave yet. I’ll get you a tasty bit from my oven. She carried a delightfully smelling dish.
You did tell me you had a male cat, right?
