Those previously sparkling amber eyes, so unlike those disgusting green eyes that stare so longingly at me every day, are now dull and downcast. They've been like this for moons. I want to do something to make those eyes sparkle with laughter. Could I return the sparkle to them?
That voice that used to be so kind, so lively, is now distant and full of sadness. What can I do, I wonder, to make that voice the way it used to be? I want to do everything I can. Anything I can. Just to return that voice to normal, to hear it speak my name. That voice was so unlike the voice that pesters me every day, the one that tries to speak with the softness it lacks. No voice will ever be able to compete with that kind voice.
The fur that used to be so soft, so lovely, seems dull, despite that it's groomed every day. It's a warm shade of brown with darker streaks. The soft white paws that I find so adorable pad across the earth softly. This pelt is so unlike the long, dully colored cream fur of the one who talks to me every day. A mistake, that's all that cream colored cat was.
I walk over to the cat I adore, pausing a tail-length away. The cat looks up, startled, before a small smile creeps across the face of the one I love so dearly.
Maybe I can make this cat return to the one she was before that incident happened…