Loving Mrs Red

She was stylish in every color, but especially red. When she wore it, it became exotic and proud Not haughty - regal, majestic. Which is why I named her Mrs. Red. I met her in red, knew her in red, and buried her in red. It was her signature color. When I told my brother he laughed diabolically. In a mean uncaring non-cat-loving way. He has always been weird. Strange, possibly on the spectrum. And he has never understood cats. Frankly I wished I had never shared Mrs. Red’s memory with him.