“Meow,” came from across the room. It disturbed my slumber.
When I awoke, I found my arms and legs strapped to a table. There was an oxygen mask over my face. For a brief moment panic was beside me. But then I remembered the initial pain, diagnosis, and cost for surgery. I didn’t have the money for that.
In walked Missy.
“Meow?,” said Missy through her surgical mask.
“I have doubts about this,” I said to her. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Meow,” she replied. Then she purred and nuzzled my face.
From “My Cat Went to Medical School” from the curiously long book of short stories, I am lettuce, who are you?