“Chloe crouched under a chest of drawers in the hallway of her owner’s house. She was a small, lilac Burmese cat. She meowed with a thin, high-pitched voice, while she trembled with nervous tension. When I held out my hand to her, she let me pet her, but continued to meow while she wandered restlessly about on the hairy floor.”
My two Burmese cats are rescues that came to me at a mature age. This is Chloe’s story, told as creative non-fiction.
Read about The Cat That Dogs Hissed At in Navigating The Heavens.
Thank you so much Elizabeth for giving this story a good home.
(Image: Chloe by Berit Ellingsen)