Gary D. Timothy
[ A drabble - exactly100 words]
SC looked up at me from the bottom of the box, and meowed. His cold, dead eyes reflected my curiosity as he prowled back and forth, entreating me to rescue him from the experiment box. He lay there unmoving, stiff with rigor mortis, and meowed softly again as he stopped pacing and sat down with small twitches of his tail. Looking so very pitiful in death, he reached up and tentatively pawed the wall of the box. I bent over into the box, picked him up and scratched his chin. He began to purr. I chose life for Schrodinger’s Cat.
The photos are of our cat Miracle, so named because his mother dragged him in as a tiny kitten from the wet, freezing weather outside, limp and lifeless. After 20 minutes, I decided he was dead and picked him up to dispose of the body. But then I saw a very slight movement, performed kitty CPR. and brought him back to life.
© 2012 Gary D. Timothy