Dolores was a always remarkably absent-minded girl.
They said her head was always everywhere except on her shoulders.
This day was no exception, that morning she went immediately from a sleeping dream to the waking one she lived her life in. To her credit, she was also enthusiastic and inquisitive... but only when something was interesting enough to snap her back to the usually dull (by her perception) the here and now.
Today that thing was a large calico cat she could see sauntering through her yard from her bedroom window. She had been looking for drawing paper when she saw him in her peripheral, a slow moving orange and brown little apex predator. In his mouth he carried a dead chickadee. "I wonder who's cat that is." Dolores thought to herself as she spied. "I've seen him before but it's been a months, and never with a fresh kill, poor birdy."
