This is the photo prompt for this week’s Friday fictioneers 100 word challenge. Click to see the other entries or to make your own.

The cat looked at old Mrs. Bender with that vacant yet interested gaze that cats seem to own – as if the animal was thinking of something, or sizing her up.
“Hell, I don’t need no dumb-assed cat judging me today. Or any day for that matter,” she muttered under her breath.
“Get off the table, Cindy!”
Mrs. Bender had to go to the doctor today: more chemotherapy, more tests. She gobbled her medicines, 17 pills in all, and trudged inside to get dressed.
When she returned to the kitchen the cat was still sitting on the table.
“I said to get off the table, Cindy.”