Cesario's Dream

We sat outside eating peanut butter on toast. The sun was shining right down on us, probably the only time of day when the backyard gets any sunlight, coming through the crack between the houses. I  had just bawled my eyes out and the tears were still glistening on my face as Helen explained why there were pistachio shells all over the ground. The cats were roaming around the yard. There's one black and white one with her eyes glazed over. She looks a bit sick, probably because they stay outside all year long. In that moment I hated that fucking cat, looking up at me, staring. She survived the winter. And I didn't.