Moses

I padded across a fence, leaping onto a windowsill, the frosted window was wide open, as always.

Why was it always open? I didn't know. Neither did the person who opened it, I don't believe. I, a cat, fur a black darker than night, eyes amber as my owners, was irritated. My ears pricked to something new, alerting. I... felt something. Something strange and... unique. Perhaps it was simply my imagination, though that was often lacking so deeply that it hardly crafted something as curious as this conundrum.

I clawed my way through the window, an action I took daily. My owner has been acting strange recently. Heart beating faster, staring into space, even looking a little too closely to the sparks of the furnace. Perhaps she's feeling what I am.

Without a doubt, there she stood, preparing my food. I leapt down, purring as I rubbed my pelt against her wrist. Her hand lifted, rubbing my cheeks affectionately. "Good evening, Moses," She said quietly, shifting to push the bowl closer. I tilted my head at her, wonder flickering in my eyes. She was quivering, her hands close to the strangely warm cat food.

I meowed, blinking. She gestured. I blinked again, amber eyes flashing as I leaned forward to lap up the cat food. It tasted... bitter. Perhaps it was odd, but I paid it no mind. I licked my maw as my owner placed my bowl in the sink.

The sink. It was... overflowing. Water poured across the counter, down the cupboards, spilling across the floor. Had it not been empty before she put the bowl down?

I lifted my head. Ears twitching as water slid under my paw pads. I yowled to my owner, who was turning for the bedroom door. She continued, not answering. Was she going to do nothing?

I glanced down, confused.

The water was gone, sink empty with a light shimmer as though it had been newly rinsed. The bowl was in the drying rack, slick and clean.

I blinked, tilting my head.

And leapt back out onto the windowsill, not paying it any mind.

***

I stared. My owner was in our backyard, planting flowers. Wait, flowers? Sorry, no. She was burying something. I flicked my tail, taking a sharp breath as I crouched. My fur lay flat despite my brittle anxiety.

What was my owner burying? I couldn't see. Why could I not see? It was in front of me, wasn't it? Weren't cats supposed to have impeccable vision?

But something shimmered once I blinked. Her hand clutched a silver spade and vibrantly red flowers were lined in front of her as she patted the soil, smiling. She turned her head, calm. "What's wrong, Moses?" She asked, visibly confused. "I'm just planting some flowers, remember?"

I relaxed, my midnight fur shaking off my confusion and worry. I moved closer, barely hesitant as I pressed my side against my owner, purring reassuringly. She stroked my side gently.

I was right in the first place. They were just flowers. The poppies were rather calming, actually. They brought a certain... brightness to the backyard.

Everything was fine.

***

I bounded across the sidewalk, following my owner. They clutched ingredients from the nearby store. I didn't know why, but I couldn't remember which store, or what she was getting the ingredients for.

I didn't mind that much, though. That... feeling was back. What was it again? I didn't... know. All I knew was that it was oddly cold this time. Frozen, like icicles slicing through my fur. How did I know what that felt like, though? I've only ever lived here. It was always warm and with twittering birds, never raining.