Jessie was in the middle of fixing dinner when she heard her phone ring from the other room. Stopping her preparations, she washed her hands and went to go answer the phone.
She hadn’t been talking on the phone for long when she heard a loud noise from the kitchen. She quickly ended the phone call and went to go check the kitchen. The sight that greeted her left her speechless.
The plate of chicken pieces had tumbled from the counter to the floor, along with the bowl of flour she’d prepared to bread the chicken with. One piece of chicken appeared to be missing.
Small powdery white paw prints lead from the pile of flour and across the kitchen floor to the cat flap in the back door.
Jessie instantly knew who the culprit was.
Shaking her head, Jessie followed the tracks outside to the backyard. The tracks continued down the porch until they reached the grass. Jessie stood on the bottom step and looked around the yard, wondering where Jinx could have gone with the chicken. It was a large yard backing onto a small wooded area. Along the side of the house to her left was her pride and joy: a large flower bed with a rainbow of brightly colored flowers of different types in bloom.
Slight movement of a few of the flowers caught her attention and she went over to investigate.
Carefully parting the flowers, Jessie spotted her black cat, Jinx, crouched on the ground and nibbling at the missing chicken breast.
Jessie quickly snatched the chicken away from the cat and Jinx let out a short hiss.
“Bad boy, Jinx,” Jessie scolded. “You shouldn’t eat this. It could make you sick.”
Jinx watched her with narrowed yellow eyes as she took the chicken back inside the house. A faint noise from the wooded area caught his attention, and he turned an ear towards it to listen. A few moments later, he left the flower bed and strode off across the yard to seek out the source of the chirping.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “flower/flour”: