“There’s another way to think about this, Sandy.” He hadn’t seen visited his sister for ten years but could see right away what she should do.
He continued. “Call the Humane Society. They’ll take care of everything.”
“I don’t need to do that. I’ll just use a pillow.” She picked up the spare that had been tucked under her left shoulder.
“You can’t kill your own cat!”
“Of course I can. I can do it while I’m lying here in this bed. Then it’s my turn.”
The cat looked at her with milky eyes, yawned, and curled into a thin spiral.