it gets funnier every time.
My head snaps around at the hiss, but it takes awhile to believe he’s real. How could he have gotten here? I take in the claw marks from some wild animal, the back paw he holds slightly above the ground, the prominent bones in his face. He’s come on foot, then, all the way from 13. Maybe they kicked him out or maybe he just bones in his face. He’s come on foot, then, all the way from 13. Maybe they kicked him out or maybe he just couldn’t stand it there without her, so he came looking.
"It was the waste of a trip. She’s not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully.
"Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks.
"She’s dead." I clutch my middle to dull the pain. Sink down on my heels, rocking the pillow, crying. "She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead."
If you haven’t watched Shrek: The Musical yet you’re really missing out!
Jennifer Lawrence Oscar Dresses 2011-2014