Tuesday, 7 July 2015
It as dark by the time I returned.
Tired and exhausted I literally collapsed on the sofa even before turning on the lights.
But my relaxing mode was short lived when sound of utensils falling reverberated in the house , forming sweat drops on my forehead.
Taking cautious steps I switched on the light and opened the main door again getting prepared to face the intruder.
And that’s when a soft furry feel caressed my toes, staring straight into my eyes, the house owner's kitten, as if clarifying it wasn’t him but the hunger which was the real thief.
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