• Fiction

    Cat’s in the Crisper

    Cat’s in the Crisper by Weyland Smith   Syn flew back from the Halloween Convention in Massachusetts straight to Mom’s apartment.  She’d been watching Syn’s old cat, Midnight, while she was gone, and Syn was anxious to retrieve him.   Mom’s words of greeting were, “The cat’s in the crisper.”   It took Syn a second tocatchon: “What?”   “Your cat.  He didn’t wake up yesterday.  I didn’t want to spoil your party, so I put him in the freezer until you got back.”   “Oh.”   “Can you take him tonight?  He’s kind of creeping me out there in the fridge next to my food.”   “Uh, sure.”  Syn…