Wishing one and all a very happy Halloween
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53 years ago today, the first episode of Star Trek aired and a global phenomenon was born, with there being 13 films, 7 TV series, more projects in the works, and millions of fans worldwide.
Live long and prosper.
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Sherry grew so tired of people asking her “When are you going to have a baby?” and “Don’t you want to be a mother?” that she started saying that she already had a baby and showing off pictures of her cats while telling them that Mittens, Fluffy, and Gigi were her babies. She may have received funny looks in response and started being called a “crazy cat lady”, but she happily accepted the title.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “mother”:
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”:
Nick and Nora glanced over from where they sat on the couch to look at their silver tabby cat all curled up, asleep in its soft cat bed under the window. A sunbeam streamed through the window to cover the cat like a warm blanket. His tail would occasionally twitch slightly.
“Shasta sure looks cozy over there, doesn’t he?” Nora asked.
“He sure does,” Nick said. “And look. He seems to be smiling. I wonder what he might be dreaming about.”
“I don’t know. But it must be something nice, for him to smile like that.”
“I suppose so.”
Nick and Nora turned their attention back to the TV and let Shasta sleep.
In his dream, Shasta sat perched on a throne high up at the top of a flight of stairs. Female cats sat at attention around him. Two humans stood at either side of him, fanning him with large feathers. He tried to fight the urge to jump and attack the feathers since it would be unbecoming for a ruler of his stature.
Below him, at the foot of the stairs, a large crowd of humans was gathered. They chanted his name continuously and bowed to him over and over.
Nick and Nora walked from a side room at the foot of the stairs and climbed up them. They were dressed in servant’s clothes. As they approached Shasta, they bowed. When they finally stood before him, they kneeled and held out plates full of his favorite foods.
Shasta’s tail twitched happily and he purred in contentment.
It was good to be the king, he thought.
A loud purring sound coming from Shasta in his cat bed caught Nick and Nora’s attention and they looked away from the TV to look at him. The cozy cat’s tail was twitching more and, if possible, he looked to be smiling even more.
“Just what is he dreaming about?” Nora asked.
Nick shrugged and replied, “Probably world domination or something. Isn’t that what cats are supposedly planning, anyway?”
This story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “rhymes with rosy”:
Mystery, Romantic Suspense, Legends, Folklore
The opinions expressed are those of the author. You go get your own opinions.
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