Three kittens. What an unimaginable luxury. My heart sank as I realized of course Mama wouldn't let me keep them. I tried to think where I might hide them as I set the black one down on my chest beside the calico, who opened its eyes and licked the black one's face. They needed names. No they didn't. I couldn't keep them. Tiny pinpricks poked my arm and I glanced at the gray one, who yawned and stretched, tail high in the air.
Something didn't look quite right. I reached over to run my fingers through its fur and found something bony attached to its back. I must have startled the kitten, because it jumped in the air. And stayed there. The something strange and bony proved to be wings. I swallowed hard and stared, afraid that if I took my gaze off them for an instant they would disappear. Definitely wings. They fluttered and flapped, then tilted as the kitten returned to my bed. It stalked up my chest, wings sticking straight up in the air.
I should remember to breathe.
(Not promising one every day, by the way...)