It was bound to happen.
Little Missy, the silver tabby cat, was always trying to get outside, wondering what it would be like to run through the grass and stalk creatures in the woods. One day, she managed to finally get out. Her owners happened to hold the door open a little too long, and Little Missy took her chance to slip out between their legs.
As she ran towards the woods behind the house, the little boy, Jackie, who she adored, and his mother and father called after her and chased after her, but she was too fast. She made it into the woods and began creeping along, sniffing the plants and listening for small prey.
Jackie and his parents made it to the woods a few minutes later and began searching for Little Missy. After a short while, they found her laying on the ground, unmoving. Jackie began crying as his mother and father checked her over. Finding her lifeless, but without any visible wounds, they sadly lifted her up and carried her back to the house. They couldn’t help but wonder at what appeared to be a very happy expression on Little Missy’s face.
Arriving home, they placed her body on the steps and went to get some things from the shed so they could bury her. A still-crying Jackie watched them from the door of the shed as they got a box and a shovel.
A sudden mew from beside Jackie made him jump. He looked down and cried out. His parents turned in time to see him pick up a little silver tabby cat.
“Look!” he said, turning to face his parents as the cat purred in his arms. “It’s Missy! She’s back!”
The mother stared in utter disbelief while the father just shook his head.
“I should have known,” the father said. “You know what they say. ‘Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.'”
This post is part of the Just Jot It January prompt, “curiosity”: