This is written from the point of view of Mr. Kitten, a cat. It occurs right after a safe falls on someone's head....
Helen bowed her head, more shocked than the others at the death. Keenly I felt the gulf between myself and the lesser animals. I longed to make her understand that life and death are the twin strands that form the thread with which the Fates weave our lives. I wanted her to know that what seems dark and pointless today is revealed tomorrow as the masterstroke of a divine hand, for is the contrast of light and dark that weaves beauty into the rich tapestry of life. But the nearest I could do was throw up on her Persian rug.
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