Kris

The Girl on the other Side of the Door

It became a place of familiarity. Sitting there on the ground with my knees to one side as I leaned my entire body weight on one arm. My loose hand drawing shapes or spelling out words in the short green carpet. The carpet desperately needed to be replaced. Years of foot traffic after the no shoes in the house rule wore off. Years of multiple pets including a litter of kittens who were birthed in my bedroom closet. I recall watching them all fight over their mother’s nipples finally nestling on top one another and slowly falling asleep as they filled their bellies with warm milk. I felt a sense of pride watching my cat with her babies. I had raised her from a kitten herself and now I watched as she bathed, fed and literally kept these 4 tiny felines alive.