The cat walked like a drunken sailor on a three day bender for a few steps before plopping heavily onto her side. She was ripe to give birth soon and unable to propel herself more than a few yards at a time.
“There you are.” She felt herself being lifted, swollen belly and all. “We’ve been looking for you. Wait until Annie sees you, you little rascal… You’re a bit fatter than I remember.”
The voice and scent were familiar. She had almost forgotten them… Forgotten she had a home. A home, in which her kittens could be born. A home where she was safe and loved. She purred gently, resting her head on his familiar beard.
Home. They were on their way home.
Originally published for Instagram’s Romance Writer Challenge July 2019, Ravishing the Romance Day 22 “Figurative language”
Natolie Webb 