When my Pa told me to go home, I did.

I went back to the hellhole it had become. The rats ran around jumping from one bowl of china to another.
The beds?
Oh they were hanging from the trees.

"Honey, they're out for drying.",Ma said.
She forgot to add the smile though. Nevermind, I thought.
I wrote a letter to Carrie that night.
Poor little cat that she was, must've cried all night.

Dear Carrie,

How are you? I hope this letter finds you in good health. Is Mrs.Bunberry feeding you enough Salmon? The wind is more chilly here back home. And the curtains make a strange sound at night, like a million sea horses singing.
The toilet has a strange blue colour to it but Pa doesn't take any notice. He's always calculating on his electronic calculator.

I'm having a lot of fun, Carrie. I would say I miss you, but then again, you are just a cat and all you do is cry.

Love,
Arte.


The next morning the maid who was always smiling was lying dead in the kitchen. I think she took a lot of Salmon. Pa said nothing. He kept calculating on his electronic calculator.
Ma wiped off the vomit and Carrie licked up the rest and Mrs.Bunberry picked up the body to use for her wax museum.


When my Pa finished calculating, he told me :

"All the results say the same thing."

"What do they say Pa?"



"You must go back home."

When my Pa told me to go back home, I did.
Except I didn't know which part of the world I might find beds hanging from trees and blue toilets and rats flying.



When I asked Carrie to lead me there, she just cried.
She's only just a cat.