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Dress Up – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Sherri and Alec stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom and grinned. Sherri brushed a lock of curly black hair behind her ear then tweaked her crooked nose and smoothed out a crease in her dress. “We look great,” she said, “don’t you think?”

Alec nodded, and quickly held a hand up to keep his pointed black hat from falling off. “Yeah. You look great in your witch costume.”

“And you look great in your warlock costume.”

“Do you think we’ll win the costume contest, though?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. There could be some tough competition. But we’ve got Salem to help us.”

“You still want to bring him?”

“Of course! What’s a witch without her black cat?”

“True. But do you really intend to dress him up for this? You know how he gets. Can you really get that costume on him?”

“It’ll be fine, Alec. Don’t worry. Now, come on. We don’t have much time before we have to leave.”

Sherri grabbed a small plastic bag from the bed and left the room. Alec softly shook his head as he followed his wife.

In the living room, Salem was curled up on the couch. Sherri softly sat beside him and reached into the bag. The cat’s ears twitched at the sound of the rustling plastic and he opened a yellow eye a slit. He watched as Sherri slowly dragged a small black cape and a small pointed black hat from the bag, then reached out for him.

Salem’s eyes popped open and he quickly sat up, a low growl starting to issue from his throat. Sherri reached further for him, and he hissed.

“Sherri…” Alec warned as he watched her quickly grab the cat and hoist it into her lap.

The cat struggled, wriggling and hissing, as Sherri worked to put the small cape and hat on the cat. Somehow, she managed to get them on the cat, but Salem made his displeasure fully known with a swat at her hand. His claws scratched her hand, and she cried out as the cat jumped from her lap and ran to hide under the lounge chair across the room.

“See,” Alec said. “I warned you about trying to dress up the cat.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sherri said as she got up from the couch. “I’m going to go clean this scratch and put a bandage on it. Get Salem from underneath the chair and take the costume off him. When he’s calmed down, we’ll go.”

“You still want to take him?” Alec asked in disbelief.

“Of course! A witch needs her familiar, after all.”

Alec rolled his eyes as Sherri headed for the bathroom.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “dress”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 26/19

 

 


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Grounded – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Lydia stood on her doorstep and kissed her date goodnight. As he turned and walked back to his car, she unlocked her door and stepped inside, a big smile on her face. The date had been wonderful and she felt on top of the world.

Having locked the door behind her, she turned to walk into the living room, planning to relax on the couch and relive the fun date in her mind. The sight that beheld her eyes quickly dragged her down from Cloud Nine and grounded her in reality, ruining her good mood.

Knickknacks lay scattered on the floor, having been pushed off the shelves of her desk, curio cabinet, and entertainment center. The side of her fairly new sofa had scratches. There was a hairball on the rug, under the coffee table.

Afraid of what else she’d find, she went into the kitchen. Scraps of chicken lay on the floor underneath a torn trash bag that had been hanging on the doorknob of the back door. Anger building, she went to the bathroom and found the toilet paper roll had been completely unrolled and scraps of it were littered about.

Losing her cool at last, she stomped around the house, shouting, “All right, mister! That does it! You’re grounded! You’re not allowed outside for a month!”

Not finding the culprit in any of the bedrooms, she made her way to the laundry room, where she finally found the orange tabby cat curled up on top of the laundry basket and sleeping the sleep of the innocent – or in this case, the not-so-innocent, as Lydia could tell from the small piece of toilet paper stuck to a paw.

The cuteness of the sleeping cat melting her anger, Lydia just shook her head and sighed. Letting the cat sleep, she left the laundry room and proceeded to clean up after the cat, muttering as she left that he had better remember what he did when she refused to let him outside later.

 

 

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “ground”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 12/19

 

 


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On Cats & Music – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

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“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.” – Albert Schweitzer


 

This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – Serenity

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Of Lies And Cats – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

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A lie is like a cat: you need to stop it before it gets out the door or it’s really hard to catch.” – Charles M. Blow

 

 

This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – Hindsight

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Fun With Leaves – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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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”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 22/19

 


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Curiosity – Just Jot It January #JusJoJan

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”:

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 22nd


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Master Of My Domain – Just Jot It January #JusJoJan

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”:

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 6th