Misfortune

There's blood everywhere. Splatters all the way up the wall. A fall, they said. She was ninety two, they said. 

     They don't know about the man. He was always doing odd jobs and shopping for her. He was arguing with her about money. She wanted to leave it to the Cats Protection League. 

     Now the police are here, he's back. 

     Why won't they listen to me?

     'This poor cat's been making terrible noises since we arrived. Is there anyone who can look after her?' asks the policewoman.

     'Leave her with me', says the man. 'I'll take care of her.'