“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.” – Albert Schweitzer
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Matt was out in his backyard, raking up leaves. His yard was fairly large and there were a lot of trees around, so he had been at it for quite a while. His big black and white Maine Coon cat, Sylvester, had joined him about halfway through his raking, and Matt would take a break now and then to watch the cat play with some of the leaves. Watching the cat play put a smile on his face and helped him to not feel quite so tired.
Sylvester was having a good time outside. He loved that Matt had put in a cat door a few months ago, allowing him to go in and out at will. He especially enjoyed it now that Autumn had come. The temperature was cooling off, and more importantly, the leaves were falling from the trees. Playing with the leaves was one of his favorite things. He loved the crackly sound they made under his paws. Batting them around was lots of fun, but what was even more fun was jumping and swatting at the leaves as they fell towards the ground.
But the most fun of all was jumping into the big pile of leaves after Matt had finished raking them. And it looked like Matt was just about done.
As Sylvester watched, Matt raked the last few leaves over to the big pile in the middle of the yard. Matt stepped back, let the rake fall to the ground, and wiped his brow.
“Whew,” he said tiredly. “Finally, it’s finished.”
Sylvester then took his cue. He ran at top speed for the pile, and before Matt knew what was happening, the big cat jumped right into the pile. Leaves went flying everywhere while, from the center of the pile, Sylvester began jumping and swatting at the falling leaves nearest him.
Matt stared in horror and groaned, “Oh, Sylvester, no. Why did you do that? Now I’ve got to start all over again.”
Sylvester paid him no mind. He was having too much fun with the leaves.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “leaves”:
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”:
I am the master of my domain. All that I see belongs to me and me alone….Hark! What is that I see? A trespasser?! They shall be punished for daring to cross into my domain without my permission!
As Nathan entered the living room, he crossed in front of the bookshelf. The next thing he knew, a big furball came hurtling down on top of him.
“What the-” he cried out while trying to keep his balance. Once steady, he reached up and plucked the tabby cat off his head. “Jake! What in world do you think you’re doing, you silly cat!”
Nathan set Jake down on the floor. Jake glared up at him.
You crossed into my domain! I am the master here and you must pay the price for trespassing!
Jake meowed at Nathan. Treats! Give me treats, right now, peasant!
Nathan looked down at Jake. “Let me guess. You want a treat. All right. I’ll get you one in just a minute.”
Jake meowed. Now! Right now, peasant!
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m going right now,” Nathan said as he plucked a book from the shelf and headed towards the kitchen. “Bossy cat,” he muttered. “Thinks he owns the place.”
This post is part of the Just Jot It January prompt, “master”:
Mandy cleared away the dishes from the table and set about rinsing them off in the kitchen sink so she could load the dishwasher. As she worked, she hummed to herself and thought about what she might do for the rest of the day. Thinking she might try to do some work in the flower garden since the weather was forecasted to be nice, she glanced up from the bowl she was rinsing to view the yard from the little window above the sink.
Her brow furrowed as she spotted something odd at the far end of the yard, near the woodline. She couldn’t be certain since it was a good distance away, but it looked like a big pile of dirt. She couldn’t remember seeing it there before.
Thinking someone had snuck onto her property and done some digging, she stopped doing the dishes and went outside to check it out.
Reaching the spot she’d seen, she saw that it was, indeed, a hole that had been dug and covered up. And judging from the dirt, it appeared to have been done fairly recently. Curious as to what might be buried, she hurried back to her yard and got a shovel from the shed. Then she returned to the hole.
She thought the hole would be fairly deep and so expected to have to dig for a bit, but it only took her a few a scoops with the shovel before she found something. Not believing what she saw, she removed more of the dirt. Soon she had, she believed, uncovered the secret of the mystery hole. She dropped the shovel and covered her mouth in shock.
What was in the hole was not any sort of buried treasure. It was, in fact, a pile of bones. Bones that appeared to be fairly fresh.
Holding back a scream, she ran back to her house. She frantically searched the living room for her phone, in her panic momentarily forgetting where she’d put it.
A few minutes later, she found the phone where it had inadvertently slipped between a couple of couch cushions. She was just starting to dial 911 when she heard her teenage son call to her from the kitchen.
“Mom!” he called, “the neighbor’s dog is digging in the yard again!”
Wondering what he was talking about, she stopped dialing and went into the kitchen to look.
Her son was standing at the sink, watching out the window. He pointed and she looked out the window.
Standing at the hole she’d been digging at was the neighbor’s black Labrador. It was digging at the hole. In the dog’s mouth was a large bone. As she watched, it dropped the bone into the hole to join the other bones. Then the dog began kicking the loose dirt back over the hole. When it was covered, the dog strutted back off into the woods, its head and tail held up proudly.
Mandy heaved a large sigh of relief, set her phone down, and returned to doing her dishes.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “bone”:
Picking up her cat, she realized Mickey was starting to feel a bit heavy and decided to put him on a diet, no matter how much he might dislike it. As if sensing her intent, the black and white cat squirmed in her arms until she let go, and landed on the floor with a heavy thud of his feet and dashed away.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In Sentence prompt, “heavy”:
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