FICTION
Milo Meets His Match
A story about a cat named Milo
It was a Tuesday. Milo had just finished his normal early afternoon routine — napping on Mr. Rollinson’s rusty red pick-up — and decided to venture on over to Mrs. Samuels’ garden for a leisurely game of poke-and-claw.
After squeezing through Mr. Jenson’s chain link fence, he strutted along the hilly yard that descended onto a jaded cobblestone path and entered a narrow walkway.
He could see the garden, directly across the street from the town center of Splitsville, where various shops and businesses flourished, at the far end of the property.
Inside, colorful flowers and plump fruits burst with flavor. For those that passed in the midst of their daily activities, it was a welcoming raffle of whatever you like, courtesy of Mrs. Samuels.
Milo didn’t make it far, though, before the sight of something stopped him in his tracks. Who is this? he thought, peering at the concrete square of solitude where a rather strange and mysterious character stood.
Milo came closer. Many of the passersby soon began to take notice. “Wow,” said a woman, joining Milo as he looked on in awe.
A short man holding a long walking stick stopped in front. Then another woman. And then several more…
