The black one.

The black one and her meowing is missing from our house. The song will have to change. The cow-cat wonders where she is and meows to fill the silence. Where is the black one who annoyed us to no end. I will look and call and wonder where she went. She is back again and up to her antics: knocking pieces of jewelry off the dresser at 5 a.m., getting under foot at every turn I take, incessantly grooming herself shaking the entire bed. Good to have the black one back.