One of the cats has killed Matilda.
Matilda was a long-legged spider who lived in my bathroom the past few weeks. When I went in at night, I would turn on the light so as not to startle either of us. Often, not always, she would be on the wall in the corner.
I moved carefully, slowly, keeping as much distance as possible while accomplishing my task. Sometimes I talked to her. Leaving, I would quietly turn out the light, wishing her a good night.
Now she is just a tiny jumble of black thread on the tiles. Such a small jumble.
Such a sad jumble.
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