Cats and Fish

 

Reggie sighed and closed the door do the medicine cabinet, avoiding looking at the mirror. He rubbed his eyes before heading out of the bathroom and into the living space of the small apartment.

 

Merlin, the kitten he'd gotten recently, had eaten Cerwis' fish, Soup and Toast. On her birthday, no less.

The little culprit lay belly up in a sunbeam on the unmade bed, unaware of the trouble she was going to cause her owner. Her meal on the fourteenth of the month had been grand, two Stranglethorn Fighting Fish. 

 

Reggie ran a hand over the stubble on his chin and glanced out the window, the reflection of a corpse stared back at him, charred skin flaking off her ashen bones. He jumped, startled, and it was gone. His own reflection looked back.

 

Light, he looked tired. Fracking nightmares would do that. He tied his hair back and got out one of his study books and settled in on the bed next to the cat. Nothing much else to do with Cerwis gone and someone else doing his job downstairs in the shop. 

 

This was going to be another long, long night.