May 4, 2015
Old Habits
“Tara?” Spike announced himself as he came in from outside, with Stalks by Night at his heels. The kitten looked a little feral her fur poking up as if she’d gotten wet. Actually she was damp but more from the dew in the late-night grass than actual water. She’d been hunting in the flat’s front lawn while Spike went to find food for himself at the butcher’s.
He set the paper sack on the counter and pulled out the plastic quart container along with a few items he’d come to pick up.
