Cat.

Lynn was distractedly tapping away on her computer when and text made itself known on her phone.

Marlene says: Meet me in the apartment. Urgent. It's about Anne. XXX-M

Panicked at seeing 'urgent' and 'Anne' in the same sentence Lynn ran to the apartment she shared with her wife and daughter, screaming obscurities at her boss and, at one point, mentor: Four.

Bursting through the door Lynn was met with a hilarious sight. There, in the living room, perched on the top of the sofa was Marlene. On the rug sat Anne, five and a half years old, playing with a large rather grungy looking alley cat.

"Mum!" She shouted. "Kitty! I have a kitty! I will call him Rabies! That's what Mama has been shouting for the past fifteen minutes."

Lynn stood, staring for a few seconds, then she fell to her knees laughter shaking her body. "Okay sweetie, we'll take her down to Erudite, make sure she's not sick and then we can think of a new name, I don't think 'Rabies' works."

Lynn took the cat in her arms and Marlene descended from her perch. "What would I do without you Lynnie?"

Lynn laughed then took her family down to the tracks, happy for a good excuse to not have to stare at a small screen all day.

Hi readmyotherstories Bye!