sweet little kitty
comfortable but alert
sweet little kitty
comfortable but alert
Calling all pet lovers in or around the 92704 zip code in Southern California. There are two kitty cats that need a temporary home (as much as you are willing to do between 1 week and 3 months) immediately. Please contact me if you can help or can point me to someone who can.
Mr. Cat walked by the shop on his way home from work every day. The odds and ends in the window display case caught his attention as they changed with the seasons and holidays and the fashions of the day. They changed with such regular frequency that it seemed like there was something new on display every single day. Even if there hadn’t been a whole new set-up, the window was so large that it was impossible to catch every glorious detail in a single walk-by.
Despite the overwhelming desire to stop and analyze the contents of the display more thoroughly, to let them entice him to see what further items of interest lay in the store beyond the glass, he had managed not to ever actually go into the store. Hurrying past, remaining outside, was the strongest test of his willpower he had ever faced.
He felt the items, seen and unseen both, calling to him as he went by and his eyes would slide sideways to see what was new. He tried walking on the other side of the street to weaken the desire to go in, but it seemed the further away he got the weaker his resolve to stay away got as well. He went back to walking directly past the shop so the impulse to go in and browse could be assuaged by at least seeing what was in the window.
Day after day he walked home from work. Day after day the items on display called out to him. Day after day he looked forward to seeing what was new more and more just as he dreaded seeing what was new at the same time. It was both the high point and the low point of his day. It got to where he could no longer focus on work. It got to where he no longer slept at night.
His mind would race over the trinkets, the gizmos and gadgets he had seen that day and would cast ahead to wonder what amazing things he would see the following day. On the rare occasions where his body and mind finally gave out from exhaustion his dreams were haunted by whatchamacallits and thingamabobs and he’d wake in a cold sweat. He hated the obsession the store had become for him. He knew it was only a matter of time before he went in.
And one day, a day like any other, Mr. Cat gave in to his desire and entered the Curiosity Shop.
He was never heard from again.
Word Count: 424
This is my contribution to this week’s InMon prompt:
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
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Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
ONE HUNDRED IN THE SHADE
Check out my response to this week’s picture prompt provided by Matrone Bell – it’s silly, but what else would you expect from me?!
The black cat, wearing its luxurious coat, sleek and freshly groomed, stretched in the pool of sun on the back of the couch.
The two-legged creatures had left the room. She knew that without having to open her eyes. She could hear them upstairs stomping around. Why do they need to make so much noise? The constant cacophony was one of the few drawbacks of cohabiting with the two-legged creatures. She had decided long ago that it was a small price to pay for all the other perks.
Yawning, she cracked open her eyes, their brilliant green flashing through the slivers of her lids. They quickly flitted across the room, cataloging, appraising, everything and then moving on in an instant. The room had grown stale.
Like silk, she slipped off the back of the couch and moved towards the staircase. Certainly, they must be bored upstairs without me. I guess I’ll find them so their lives can be less pedantic. I’m in a giving mood at the moment.
She took the stairs at a languid trot, a sinister smile in her piercing eyes. With her giving usually meant receiving too. She would enrich their lives, give them excitement and adventure, and they would rub her tummy.
She was already purring, in anticipation, when she found the two-legged creatures she lived with.
Word Count: 222
This is in response to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge.
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