MomGoth comes here every morning to give Mom her morning medicine, to feed me, to feed the birds and squirrels, and to do different tasky things. I like for her to leave the front door open so I can lie on the rug and look out through the storm door.
The other day, I took the sphinx position, flicking my ears and staring. MomGoth said, “Why don’t you come look at the birds and squirrels? They’re over here, frisking and eating.”
I still maintained my position, so she came over to see what I was staring at.
Can you see it? It was a tiny, dull-colored butterfly. She was telling me all about how stupid birds are. We laughed because they were over on the side porch eating dry food when a juicy little butterfly stood just around the corner. She turned all the way around so I could admire her camouflage, making her look like a crumb of dried leaf.
MomGoth apologized for chasing her away, but needed to open the door to water the outside plant.
I haven’t seen my fluttery friend again. I hope it’s because she’s busy having fun, and not that one of those stupid birds got lucky and caught her. Do you think she’s okay? I think so. I just feel it, somehow.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you have friends of other species? Besides people, I mean.