Four cats

At some point I'm bigger than you," said Lena, and I drove it through his hair.

"Certainly. Go on down times, I need again to the bathroom, "I said, and Lena nodded before she left my room and runterpolterte the stairs. I went to the bathroom, which was down the hall to me just to wash the face. Mimi, one of our cats, perched on the heater and watched me, only to me to jump into his arms when I was finished. "Hi, sweetie," I muttered, burying his face in her brown tabby fur. She began quietly purring and I held it easy for a while in the arm before I got into motion and went downstairs. Brina, our oldest cat, joined us and meowed loudly in the kitchen in order to draw attention to themselves. Lena took care of it right around and I let Mimi down also equal quietly bustling mewing to my sister, to also pick up some TLC. She cuddled by our four cats most and was always to be found in any of us. Particularly like she was sitting in the evening on the belly of my father while he watched a movie. He was followed by them always at every turn. That she now was not with him, saying that he was in the garden. Our cats could all go out, but Mimi never set foot outside the door. At most she sat on the open patio door and looked out. Our cats could all go out, but Mimi never set foot outside the door. At most she sat on the open patio door and looked out. Our cats could all go out, but Mimi never set foot outside the door. At most she sat on the open patio door and looked out.

"Paula, you bring daddy? He is in the garden, "confirmed Mama my unspoken assumption and I nodded before I went through the living room to the terrace. The door was open and I saw directly my father, who went to work on some beds.

"Dad, dinner's ready," I spoke to him and he got up.

"I come on," he said, and some soil is knocked from his hands.

"However, you still need to wash," I said and he smiled slightly.

"Okay, persuaded," he said. Together we went back inside and I closed the patio door behind us. Although we were able to look into the living room from the kitchen made directly, but certainly was safe. In our area in recent weeks had been increasingly broken, so our parents had drummed into us that we should keep doors and windows closed when we were not in the room or even left the house. We ate in silence and then I went directly to my room. Today, I just was not for company. I sat down in my desk chair and turned on my laptop to listen to a little music. My cat Vino jumped in my lap and rubbed his head against my belly, which made me smile.

"Hey, sweetie ..." I started to scratch him behind the ears, which he acknowledged with a soft purr. He curled up on my lap and I went to the front crawl, with his free hand I turned on one of my Playlists. After that, I leaned back and closed his eyes. All the events of recent days went through my head. The news of Changying's death, the visit after their parents talk to them and the police, the funeral ... Again, I wondered if I could have done something, what Changying's death would have prevented. Why had they not only persuaded to talk to their parents? Maybe she would still live and this crazy stalker would now be in prison.

Those who had been well?

I just could not imagine that Changying had killed himself. But that also meant that someone else had been. Maybe even someone we knew. However, prior to this train of thought, I recoiled. I did not imagine that someone we knew was a murderer. Sooner or later I would probably know it anyway, after all, the police were still. That too was a confirmation for me that I was right and it was not suicide. If they sure would be that it was suicide, the police had nevertheless already completed its investigation. If they already suspect someone had?

Changying had spoken only by a feeling that they had never received messages or letters or seen someone, so it was nothing what the police would have to check or track. I wondered if someone had behaved strange lately. Changying's ex-boyfriend I remembered as the first one, but since he had made himself with Changying concluded he probably was not jealous and had adjusted her. Still, I had called him to the police, when I had told them about Changying's messages. Otherwise me because simply no one remembered. No one had behaved strangely somehow or different than usual, Changying had had with anyone dispute, nothing. She herself was as always been, until one day she suddenly blurted out so that they felt persecuted.

I grabbed with one hand my phone to the latest news to look at my best friend. Vino made a soft snorting hum of himself that he had fallen asleep. I smiled and shot once a photo of him before I devoted myself to the news and read through me again. One day gushed Changying even Shen as loving and caring he was, and the next day she wrote me that she already felt persecuted throughout the day. Even though I knew the news almost by heart, I read her what had eluded me so far me all one more time in the hope that somewhere to see something, but there was nothing. Changying had never seen someone and there was no one she had suspected.