Cat In A Tree House
by Rachel Creager Ireland
On glorious fall days like today, Toulouse insists on being outside, but since we lost his brother last year, he desires constant companionship. He wanders the grounds wherever I’m working. Today I had done a load of laundry and was moving back toward the house, but Toulouse wouldn’t be satisfied with that. “Stay outside a little longer,” he said. “There won’t be many more days like this.” I checked the time and saw I had a few minutes to gather and toss a batch of leaves into the compost. When I was done, I looked up and saw Toulouse watching me from the tree house above.