The Butt of The Joke
At 8:10 AM today, Havana Brown and I were just out of the garage. It was a funny-feeling morning and my eyes were still burning and dry. Seconds later I had not yet driven past the main entrance of home when I saw Tsuki-san!
I stopped in the middle of the street, oblivious to the possibility that a neighbor’s car or a school bus just might make an appearance at that moment, and just stared at the cat. A million thoughts raced through my head; maybe dad thought it was Tsuki-san who was dead in the street yesterday — I will definitely give him the bath I put off last week — Will throw away the cat food he doesn’t like — Must fix him — I shouldn’t have cried so much yesterday after all — Ha Ha.
I opened the door and got halfway out of the car, and called on to him… Tsuki… Tsuki. He just looked at me. Then I looked at his tail and for a split second I saw my ecstasy physically dissolve in front of my eyes. It wasn’t Tsuki after all, it was a cat that looked exactly like him but had a shorter tail.
I think if the dead do come back, we would all love them very much more than before. But that would also make us the butt of the joke.
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