Jenny stared at the wand toy and catnip mouse lying on the floor next to the kitty bed in the living room. She still couldn’t believe Mister was gone. She’d had the orange tabby since he was a kitten. Time certainly flies by. Before she knew it, Mister was an “old man” of fifteen and had developed cancer. She’d had to make the difficult decision to have him put to sleep.
He’d been her constant companion and loving lap cat. She didn’t know what she do without him now.
Tears filled her eyes as she looked at his favorite toys. She didn’t have the heart to pick them up at the moment, so she decided to just leave them there for now.
She tried to go about her afternoon like normal, but she kept expecting to see him or hear him. When she sat on the couch, she expected him to jump up and snuggle next to her or curl up in her lap and purr. Or to bring a toy over to her to play with him. When she went to the kitchen, she expected to see him trot along beside her and meow for a treat while she fixed something to eat.
Now she sat alone on the couch and fixed food in the kitchen in silence.
Somehow, she managed to make it through the rest of the day without Mister by her side. As she laid in bed, she thought about him again and how he’d jump up on the bed and curl up beside her to sleep. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks.
She was just about to doze off when she thought she heard a meow from the foot of the bed. Then suddenly, there was a soft bounce on the mattress, as of a cat jumping up on it and what felt like small kitty feet walking across it, followed by the sensation of a cat lying up against her legs. Then she thought she heard low purring.
Somehow, she knew it was Mister, coming to comfort her by curling up beside her again, letting her know everything was all right and that he’d always be with her.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “animal sounds” – write about the sounds animals make and how you experience them:
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 22/2020
Okay. That’s a slight exaggeration. But it’s been six years. SIX torturous, frustrating, agonizing, excruciatingly looooong years since the last Harry Dresden book, Skin Game was published. But, who’s counting eh? Well, thankfully, and just in time for this year’s 20th Anniversary of The Dresden Files, the long-awaited 16th entry, Peace Talks is set to be released July 14th, 2020.
Harry Dresden is back and ready for action in the new entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling Dresden Files series. When the Supernatural nations of the world meet up to negotiate an end to ongoing hostilities, Harry Dresden, Chicago’s only professional wizard, joins the White Council’s security team to make sure the talks stay civil. But can he succeed when dark political machinations threaten the very existence of Chicago—and all he holds dear?
Be still my heart! I think I’m going to cry! For those of you who…
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This is a short story, in 775 words.
It was prompted by the above photo, sent to me by Fraggle.
The Grim Reaper was really bored now. If it carried on like this, he might well end up being made redundant. And he had always thought of it as a job for life.
Not that there hadn’t been good times. He thought of them fondly, recalling the carnage in his mind’s eye. The Black Death had kept him busy, and he had even put in for overtime at the peak of that epidemic. Naturally, it had been declined. But still, he had argued it was justified. He didn’t get a minute off in more than eight years. Then there was the Spanish Flu. He would like to have shaken hands with whoever first spread that contagion, instead of just reaping in his unknown soul. Still his biggest success in…
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We’ve been watching a lot of Midsommer Murders and the likes with Electra over the years. From which we have concluded that few places are as dangerous as quaint English villages. Now, a hilarious article by Maureen Johnson on Crime Reads, explains just how dangerous they really are – and what you can do to avoid meeting a grisly death.
If you enjoy it as much as I did, you may want to check out its writer, Maureen Johnson. Maureen is the author of the Truly Devious mystery series, which culminates with The Hand on the Wall (Katherine Tegen Books/HarperCollins; January 21, 2020). Visit her online, on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook.
Stay away from the village fete, do you understand?
It’s happened. You’ve finally taken that dream trip to England. You have seen Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, and Hyde Park. You rode in a…
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I recently wrote about Millennial reading habits. It turns out that they do love books.
This is further supported by a new report by Literary Hub, that highlighted a surprising fact: in 2019, more Americans went to the library than to the movies.
As Dan Sheehan reports, a recent Gallup poll (the first such survey since 2001) found that visiting the local library remains by far the most popular cultural activity for Americans.
And Justin McCarthy of Gallup continues:
Visiting the library remains the most common cultural activity Americans engage in, by far. The average 10.5 trips to the library U.S. adults report taking in 2019 exceeds their participation in eight other common leisure activities. Americans attend live music or theatrical events and visit national or historic parks roughly four times a year on average and visit museums and gambling casinos 2.5 times annually. Trips to amusement or…
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You’re never too old for fairy tales!
Never Stop Reading Fairy tales! by Karen DeMers Dowdall
I thought it would be nice to re-post one of my favorite posts about fairy tales. Considering that I am really into fantasy, paranormal, fairytales, and witches, this new blog title suits me to a T…Once Upon a time…. It is far better than just my name (it is way too long). This new blog title really makes me happy. I love fantasy stories that begin with Once Upon a time…Madeleine L’Engles, A Wrinkle in time, however, does not begin Once upon a time…it begins with, “It was a dark and stormy night”…that works too.
I have collected volumes of fairy tale books, everything from all of Hans Christian Anderson to all of the Grimm’s Fairy tales, Scotland Folk Tales, Irish Myths and Folklore, among many other volumes of Fairy tales. Perhaps, one could say, I live in a fairytale world…
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