Paw prints

I inherited my late mother's dining room table. When I moved to Indianapolis, I detached the legs of the table to make it easier to move. I decided to hold off putting the legs back on because they need repair. So, to make use of the table top, I put it on top of my old computer desk to use as an art table.

The other day, I cleared it off. I had an old blanket protecting the surface. My mother rarely left it uncovered without a table cloth. When I cleared it off, I saw how dirty it was. Lots of scuffs and smears. Essentially, the table needs a good polish.

Then I saw it. No. It couldn't be. But it was. Paw prints from a cat.

The only way those prints could have gotten there was from my mother's cat - Sassy - who died probably 10-12 years ago. The cat must have jumped on the table one day when my mother had it uncovered, possibly to wash or change the tablecloth. Given the low lighting in the room my mother had the table, it would have been easy to miss the paw prints. I almost didn't see them except the light hit the table a certain way.

I grinned seeing the paw prints. I can hear my mother now... Sassy, What are you doing on the table? Like the cat was going to give her an answer - let alone a good answer.