The Cat Lady Down the Street
Ever since the past few years, Bastet grew weary and tired.
Millennium always took its toll. As it did to the other forgotten gods.
Now, Bastet lives in the rustic house down the street where the stairs creak.
The stray cats eat from her hand, whispering their secrets in exchange.
They gather in the streets, at her home; watching, always watching.
For whoever will listen, Bastet will croon life lessons in your ear. About childbirth, motherhood, sickness, and self-defense. All the things she wished someone told her when she was young. That it was okay to say no, and that it was alright to choose.
Then, she will smile. At the end of each day, she smiles with a hopeful gleam in her eye. For perhaps one day, Bastet will wake up in the afterlife and finally greet her husband, Anubis.
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