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Noir wrote:
My mom used to have a cat when she was just a child. Boo was called. His fur was as black as the night, so soft that you could spend hours and hours just petting him and his sparkling eyes were like two big full moons filled with amber. She never knew where he was from. One autumn morning, my mother opened the front door as she was about to go to school, and he was sitting there meowing and looking directly into her eyes as if he knew her. “Look dad! A black cat!” she said running towards my grandpa. But when they went back to the front door, the cat was gone. A week passed and my grandpa died. During the funeral, while everyone was shedding tears of sadness, my mom felt a tingling in her leg: it was Boo. He jumped on top of the grave and laid down as if he was hugging my grandpa’s spirit. Since then, my mom and Boo became flesh and blood.
Time passed by and Boo was always there: during her first love, when she graduated from school, when she got her first job… Boo looked at my mom with such affection that many though they discerned my grandpa’s gentle gaze. But one day he went missing and never came back. I’ve never met Boo, but when my mum died a couple of years after giving birth to me, a black cat showed up at the funeral. He climbed into my baby cart, gave me a kiss and curled up in my mother’s grave just as Boo did in my grandpa’s funeral.
Boo
My mom used to have a cat when she was just a child. Boo was called. His fur was as black as the night, so soft that you could spend hours and hours just petting him and his sparkling eyes were like two big full moons filled with amber. She never knew where he was from. One autumn morning, my mother opened the front door as she was about to go to school, and he was sitting there meowing and looking directly into her eyes as if he knew her. “Look dad! A black cat!” she said running towards my grandpa. But when they went back to the front door, the cat was gone. A week passed and my grandpa died. During the funeral, while everyone was shedding tears of sadness, my mom felt a tingling in her leg: it was Boo. He jumped on top of the grave and laid down as if he was hugging my grandpa’s spirit. Since then, my mom and Boo became flesh and blood.
Time passed by and Boo was always there: during her first love, when she graduated from school, when she got her first job… Boo looked at my mom with such affection that many though they discerned my grandpa’s gentle gaze. But one day he went missing and never came back. I’ve never met Boo, but when my mum died a couple of years after giving birth to me, a black cat showed up at the funeral. He climbed into my baby cart, gave me a kiss and curled up in my mother’s grave just as Boo did in my grandpa’s funeral.
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