Faraway Night sat tall on a rooftop overlooking the city. From his place, the town looked lovely, a blaze of twinkling, shining lights, but the small cat knew better. He knew the city streets were filled with strangers mired in frustration, anger, and fear. Why they buried themselves in ugliness when there was beauty right before their eyes confounded Faraway Night. 

As he peered away from the city and up into the moon-filled sky, he smelled snow on the wind.

“The snow will come,” he thought to himself. “All is as it should be.”



About Mollie Hunt

I am the crazy cat lady, animal shelter volunteer, Trekkie, and mystery writer. I live in the rainy Pacific Northwest and will watch any TV show or movie filmed here. Even though I am of a goodly age (sixty-something) I go to Star Trek conventions in costume and am not afraid to be by myself. I enjoy my life in the cat lane. Words to live by: Spay and neuter; Live long and prosper; Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
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  1. Roby Sweet says:

    I love that picture! Sounds like Faraway Night is an exceptionally wise cat.

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