The first musical release from Paul Francis Wilkie. An instrumental about his cat Edie who was sadly run over by a car.

Edie and Mabel were black and white cats who were rescued from a bin by humans. In the city, they were house cats where they learned how to chase a ball, play with pasta, and pee in a box. When they were about one year old the two wee cats and the humans moved away to a nice place by the sea that had forests and mountains. This meant Edie and Mabel could go outside for the first time.

Mabel was smaller and seemed a bit nervous sometimes, but it might have been because she was just being careful because of her size. She was very vocal and encouraged Edie to come out to play. “Meow”.

Timid yet curious, both cats jumped out of the window and over the wall. Surprise! They were met with soft but cold wind and they could hear layers upon layers of new sounds at all distances surrounding them. Tweeting birds, creaking trees, and drainpipes dripping. It was a noisy place and very strange. The texture of the grass was unexpected and a bit much, so Edie jumped back inside to sit beside the fire.

As the year went on the weather got warmer and they got more confident in the outside world. It became a big part of their day. Together Edie and Mabel would go outside to play with the bees, crawl through the trees, and sniff the breeze. Although it had been a few months now since the first time, everything still seemed fresh, new, and exciting. It was always changing with flowers growing in the garden as cute as them.

As they got older Edie became known as Big Cat and Mabel was still really quite small, so she was known as Small Cat. Like two sides to a coin, they developed strong personalities that complemented each other. Mabel would be out more, Edie sat beside the fire more and ate more, but at half-past five every morning without fail Edie would wake up a human so the door could be opened to let her out. Off she would go into the dark dawn exploring and later come back for breakfast. Mabel wasn’t one to follow the routine in the same way; she would just wander as she pleased and follow her own method.

One day at lunchtime it was just Mabel though. Edie didn’t come back from being outside. The humans thought she must have gone for a huge walk and got lost and they had no idea where she was. It wasn’t like her.

A day had passed and worry was growing. The humans asked around and eventually, she was found by the side of the road. Edie had been hit by a car. She was buried in the garden with some seashells and flowers. The next day Mabel was walking the same path over and over, meowing, like she was looking for her. She had lost her wee pal. She hadn’t made it to her second birthday yet. Everyone was heartbroken.

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