In a place far away from here She saw a house. The house sat quiet by the side of a busy road. A garden at the back, maytree at the front, pear tree at the side and the house itself in a tumbledown state. Something about it made Her stop and as the car pulled up, behind the dusty window shapes moved. The house was full of cats, waiting by the window, watching for someone. Ginger cats and tabby cats, all but one scattered as she approached.
Since then She has been haunted by the house of cats. Maybe they had moved in when the house became empty. Maybe their parents and grandparents had been the pets of a person who had been taken one day, years ago, to hospital. Each day the cats would wait for their person to return. Each year kittens would be born and the story of the two legs that lived in the house would be told until the story became a legend.
Or maybe someone is still there, in this tumble down house of cats, guarding a secret.
