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The rain drops landed on the windshield, making it hard to see the road ahead. The man on the radio had been predicting rainy weather for most of the day, his voice barely audible over the swishing sound of the windshield wipers. I had a habit of listening to the radio while driving. Sometimes, I listened because the familiar voice of my favorite broadcaster Josh, soothed me, and other times to catch up on current events. There were always interesting topics the station selected to debate about on their daily talk show. Today, Josh was talking about inflation, callers called in to give their views and how they were being affected by the rising cost of living.
Mildred The Cat
I saw her peeking into the cage looking for me, I was hiding because a lot of people have been bothering me today. She seems like a nice lady, “hello kitty” “hello kitty” she says over and over again, trying to pet me through the crate. I had fallen asleep and now with the oncoming winter, there was hardly any sunshine coming through the large window directly across from where my crate was situated. Everyday seems the same to me right now because there is no one to play with, except the store clerk who feeds me and lets me out for a few minutes in the morning.