Snippets

We write them and don't quite know what to do with them. They come to mind and leave just as fast and we are left with a slice of time and circumstance without backstory. Here is one that came up today. This one is different though, I have a place for it.

If a cat lady didn't have cats she woould have been Helen. Surrounded by carefully needlepointed biblical verses on the walls and lace doilies under every lamp on every table, the room could not have withstood the clumsy meanderings of even the most agile cat. Sheets carefully fitted and tucked covereed every fabric surface on every piece of furniture in the living room which was watched over intensely by rows of ceramic animals arranged on shelves by species, rabbits over here, cute bears over there and a lone wolf on what had served as a mantle over a long bricked-over fireplace. Each lamp shade had a plastic coverning and the rugs, some plain and some with intricate patterns, showed signs of wear from three vacuumings a day for years.

That's it, a snippet, beginning middle and end in a paragraph, but as I said I have found a  place for this one.