EM-Drabbles – Ninety-Six

At number twenty-three he was called Soot, at number thirty-eight they named him Shadow and at the big house on Lobelia Drive he was called Jeremy. But the black cat that slipped from house to house bestowing his affection with equal abandon on the Wilsons, the McDonalds and the Fothringtons had no real care for what they called him.

There was fish on friday at twenty-three, milk every morning at thirty-eight and hand cooked chopped chicken at the big house most evenings.

What’s in a name when you are the owner of three human families and three comfortable cat baskets?

E.M. Swift-Hook