Chapter 6 - Her name was Guilty

Scratchy was excitedly jumping up and down on the ledge. I had never seen her like this before. She waved as soon as she saw me.

"Look, look. What's different about me?" She was twirling and laughing and I envied her so much. How nice not to have to worry.

I fake smiled pretending I was in a good mood. She was gleaming as though she just had a makeover. "Umm.. You tinted your fur?"

She laughed and shook her head. "You're so silly. No I got pampered at the pet salon. Shampoo, wash, set, massage."

She leaned in closer, looking left and right. "They even asked if I wanted fake fur extensions. I mean purleaseeee. I'm 100% natural."

My eyes widened in disbelief. "They should know you better than that." She nodded. "How did your day go? Are you feeling any better?"

"I'm trying to hide the truth from you but to be honest. I don't feel any healthier. It was busy and I just wanted to lie down."

"But I did what I set out too and took a chat. I feel guilty about letting people queueing down but after that chat I was done."

"Sorry to those that were waiting, it's not personal and I hate letting you down but I have even less energy now."

"Do you remember the picnics we used to have in the garden with fruits and sandwiches and cakes? We would lay out on a purple rug looking up at sky talking about the future?"

"I'm sorry Scratchy it just doesn't ring a bell." I felt bad all Scratchy wanted to was reconnect and all I wanted was to forget the past.

"Talk soon Scratch."

Suddenly I had a flashback, it was me and Scratchy, we were making up stories somewhere, drawing, painting and laughing but I didn't recognise where. Am I making this up?