Matchmaker Cat (A Romantic Comedy Short Story) - Plot & Excerpts
‘What?’ I asked as I closed the front door behind me. He continued to sit in the middle of the hallway; his ginger tabby fur sleek and neat with his nose pointing into the air like the lord of the manor. He leaned out to the side as if peering at something behind me. Even though I knew there was nothing there, I turned my head too, and saw only the scratched paint of the wooden door. ‘Sorry Chester,’ I said. ‘I didn’t bring anyone home with me today.’ He actually seemed to be disappointed. The line of his mouth pointed downwards and there was a sense of loneliness in his eyes. Then the almost-human emotion disappeared from his face. He stood up and walked off towards the kitchen: holding his tail high in the air so I had the perfect view of his bum hole. ‘Stupid cat.’ I put my handbag on the first of a row of coathooks that were held to the wall by a couple of wobbly screws, took off my coat and hung it on top. I made my way to the kitchen, but hadn’t quite left enough space between me and the bicycle which I kept in the hallway, and whacked my ankle on the pedal.
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