by Carolyn Carceo
Velvet-soft blackness waits in the dark room. Golden orbs are all that can be seen, as Shadow's eyes capture any light. He waits, hears my feet as I leave the bed, and his motor revs up as I move toward him. I hear, and I stop. My toes are safe one more time. He has to find another toy.
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Carolyn Carceo, author of Cat Toy, lives on Massachusetts' North Shore (with Shadow and her sister Blizzy).