Existential Terror

A Story by david shevick

Needing the fix of a mammalian hug

It was after midnight. I was feeling that deep, dark, emptiness, that heavy black abyss. I needed a fix of a warm mammalian hug. There he was. laying on a blanket on top of the couch. Stretched out as far as possible, like 3'. he was probably dreaming of being a big cat on the savannah plains racing at record-breaking speed to down a tasty gazzelle. I hesitated for a moment, a deep part of me know it was not right--but then grabbed him. His back whipped in a way that would be the envy of most sadistic chiropractor. He let out a yelp, then a hiss. But I had him. My cat wobbly needed to earn his keep somehow. I forced him to spoon with me. Felt that warmth in my heart that only a junkie fresh out of rehab mainlining a speedballs knows. Felt good. Love his black warm fur. All is good....until next time.