17 cats. How did he end up with 17 cats. And at his age! 60 years old was too old to have 17 cats.
His only desire was to be left alone. That meant NOT having any cats, let alone 17 of the damned creatures!
And then he remembered. The month before he’d been drinking with his mates, and a stunning woman had walked into the bar. Not only was she stunning, but she was even his age.
Before too long, he had been shouting her rounds, until he was under the table.
The night after had been bliss. The scent of her captivated him, and they had gone home together…back to his place.
Now, it was a month since they’d met and he was surrounded by 17 cats. In the bed beside him, he could feel warmth radiating from something underneath the sheets. He tentatively reached out his fingers. No, it was not her. It was his hot water bottle.
And then the next lot of memories came back.
She had confessed that she was dying. This was to be her last tryst as the disease that melted her insides was tightening its grip. She had no one to leave her 17 cats to.
In the depths of passion, last week, he was chivalrous. In her will she had left them to him! And now, she was in the village morgue, awaiting burial by her cat hating family.