078: youth

Clouds parted above, the last traces of rainwater slid down the tin roof and onto the wooden planks below. The group, somewhat restless and occupied in their own little ways, did not seem to take notice of the change in weather; between sleeping, reading, and card games, none of the porch-sitters even appeared interested in moving beyond the stoop.

Only when the young cat yawned herself awake did any of the assembled take notice of the emerging sun. Stretching her lithe frame, she rose from her perch and smiled.

"Hey guys," she purred softly, "we can do stuff again."