The Cat That Never Aged

I adopted a stray cat to stop myself from following my late wife into the dark,

but now, I think the cat brought something back with her. Fifteen

years ago, I was at my lowest. That’s when ‘Luna’ appeared—a mangy, pitch-black stray

with eyes like polished gold. She never acted like a normal cat. She didn't want

food; she wanted to be near my chest. Every night, she’d sit on my heart,

purring so loud it vibrated through my ribs. I thought she was healing me.

But lately, I’ve noticed something impossible. It’s been fifteen years,

and Luna hasn’t aged a day. In fact, she looks younger. And last night,