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That Fuzzy Thing – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“Julius!” called Lisa as she came into the living room. “Come here, Julius! I have something for you!”

Down the hall, Julius was napping. His ears perked up at the sound of her voice and he got up from his bed. He ran into the living room excitedly, eager to see what Lisa had brought him.

When he got there, he saw Lisa standing in the middle of the room with something small and black in her hands. “What is that fuzzy thing?” he thought. “Is is a toy? It must be a toy. Yay! A new toy!”

Having decided that, his tail began to wag and he panted expectantly.

Lisa approached the fluffy white dog. “I’m glad you’re happy, Julius,” she said, holding the fuzzy thing towards him. “Here you go.”

Julius sniffed the black thing in her hand, and reared back slightly in shock. “That doesn’t smell like a toy!” he said to himself. “That smells like a…”

The fuzzy thing stirred in Lisa’s hand and two small yellow eyes popped opened and a small mouth opened wide in a yawn.

“…cat!” Julius finished his thought.

“Say hello to your new brother, Marcus, Julius!” Lisa said, setting the black kitten down in front of him.

“What?!” thought Julius, staring at the kitten.

Lisa stepped back to watch the two interact, hoping there wouldn’t be any fighting but ready to intervene if needed.

The kitten faced Julius and gave him a stern look. “Look here, dog,” he warned. “I may be new here, but let’s get one thing straight. I’m a cat and you’re just a dog. That means I’m in charge here. Got it?”

Julius crouched down on the floor and stared at the kitten. He could tell that it had tried to tell him something, but he didn’t understand what it’d said. He did pick up that the kitten seemed to have a bossy air about it, though. He decided he’d humor it, for now anyway.

Taking the dog’s silence and peaceful attitude as acceptance, Marcus simply said, “Good”, and wandered off to begin exploring his new domain.

 

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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 20/2020


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Spay/Splay/Spray – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“Where’s Gidget?” Lana asked as she dragged the carrier out of the closet. “It’s almost time for her spay appointment.”

“I don’t know, Mom,” called Jenny from her bedroom, where she was splayed out on her bed and scrolling on her cellphone.

“Well, could you help me find her? I don’t want to be late getting her to the vet.”

“Fine,” Jenny said with a huff, setting her phone aside and getting up from her bed.

Lana put the carrier by the front door and joined Jenny in the hunt for Gidget. They looked in every room of the house, in every nook and cranny they could think of, but couldn’t find the calico cat anywhere.

Lana was frantic. The time for the vet appointment was growing closer and closer. If they didn’t find Gidget soon, she’d have to reschedule and that would be quite a hassle. She grabbed the phone and as she got ready to call the vet, she was mentally tried to figure out when would be a good time for a rescheduled appointment, when her busy schedule might be open for an appointment around the time it would be okay again for Gidget to be spayed.

Just as she was about to hit the dial button, Jenny called out, “Found her!” from the kitchen.  Lana ran in and Jenny pointed at the refrigerator. Gidget was crouching on top of the refrigerator, doing her best to hide from them, having sensed the vet trip coming.

“Oh, great!” Lana groaned. “How’re we going to get her down?”

“I have an idea,” Jenny said, and she ran from the kitchen. A minute later, she returned with a spray bottle in her hand. “I’ll spray her with some water to chase her down. Then when she’s down, you grab her and put in the carrier.”

Lana gave her a skeptical look, but agreed, having no better plan of her own.

Jenny walked up to the refrigerator, reached as high up as she could, and sprayed water in Gidget’s direction. Gidget hissed as some of the water reached her. She tried to back away from it, but the wall blocked her. With no other option, Gidget jumped down from the side of the fridge to the small counter area beside the sink. Lana quickly grabbed her before she could get away.

Gidget yowled and squirmed as Lana carried her from the kitchen. Jenny followed and hurried in front of them so she could get the carrier and hold it for her mother. Gidget tried to fight back, but Lana won and stuffed the calico cat in the carrier.

“Thanks, Jenny,” Lana said over the plaintive yowling from the carrier.  “I couldn’t have gotten her without you.”

“You’re welcome, Mom. Good luck at the vet. I hope you won’t be too late.”

Lana thanked her again and walked out the front door with the carrier. Jenny could still hear Gidget’s yowls as she shut the door behind them.

 

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “spay/splay/spray”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 30/2020

 


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Kitchen Chaos – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“Preheat the oven to 350 degrees,”  Susie muttered as she read the directions for the cake. “Okay.  Then grease the pans and coat them lightly in flour. No problem.”

She set the box aside and turned on the oven to preheat. Then she gathered the eggs and oil and set them aside on the small kitchen island where she was going to be preparing the mix. Then she got the shortening and flour and pans out and set them aside.

As she was gathering everything together, her black cat, Sable, came into the kitchen, curious to see what she was doing and if there was any yummy food involved.

Sable approached the kitchen island as Susie was greasing up the cake pans. She watched Susie set the greased pans down and pour some flour into the sifter. Intrigued, Sable stood up on her hind legs and reached up to the island’s counter top, trying to get a better look at Susie’s actions.

Unfortunately,  Susie has inadvertently put the bag of flour very close to the edge of the counter top and Sable’s paws bumped it. The flour bag tipped over. Sable jumped away quickly, but not quickly enough. Flour still managed to cover the curious kitty’s head. With a startled cry, the cat darted away to cower in a nearby corner

“Oh no!” Susie cried out, setting the sifter down and staring at the mess. “Sable! What did you do?!”

Susie looked around and spotted the cowering cat. She chuckled. “Oh, Sable! You look like you belong to the Uruk-hai now!”

Sable glared at Susie as she continued to laugh. When she stopped laughing, Susie cleaned up the mess, then cleaned up Sable and gave the kitty a treat in apology. Then she went back to baking her cake. Sable continued to supervise, but from a safer distance.

 

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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 2/2020


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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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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

 


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Bill – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

As she listened to the veterinarian’s diagnosis, her heart broke, but she decided she didn’t care how much the bill would end up being. She would do everything she could to make Bill the cat better. He was her baby, after all, and all she had left in the world.

 

 

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “bill”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2018/11/13/tuesdayuseitinasentence-bill/


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Heavy – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

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”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2018/10/16/tuesdayuseitinasentence-heavy/


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In The Cards – Stream Of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Hillary left the fortune teller’s shop feeling a mixture of happiness and dread. The tarot card reading she’d gotten had turned up both the Death card and the Lovers card along with the Wheel of Fortune, and Hillary wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Was she going to meet her soul mate? Was someone going to die? What did the cards mean? The fortune teller hadn’t been very clear on that part. Maybe she needed to go to a different fortune teller.

As she walked along, thinking of various scenarios of how the cards might play out, Hillary passed by an alleyway. As she did, she heard a small, faint meowing coming from the alley. She walked into the alley and searched for the source of the sound.

At the back of the alley was a pile of junk. As Hillary drew closer to it, she heard the meowing again and could just barely make out a pair of tiny yellow eyes peering out from among the junk.

The eyes were near the ground, in the crack between a couple of large pieces laying near each other. Hillary knelt down to get a closer look, and as she did, a scrawny ginger tabby kitten crawled out and walked slowly towards her.

Hillary carefully reached out a hand towards the kitten, and it came close enough that she could pet it. The kitten was small and thin and looked half starved. Hillary felt sorry for it. She carefully tried to pick up the kitten, and it let her.

The kitten purred as she held it in her hands, and it looked up at her and let out a small mew.

That decided it.

“You’re so sweet,” she told the kitten. “I’m going to take you home with me. I can’t leave you out here and let you starve to death.”

As she left the alley with the kitten, she genuinely smiled for the first time in a long time as she made plans to stop into a nearby store to get some supplies for the kitten and to take it to the vet in the morning for a checkup.

In the back of her mind, she realized the tarot cards had been right, after all.

 

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Note: Death card meaning: change, endings, beginnings, transitions, transformations. Lovers card meanings:  love, union, relationships, choices, alignment of values. Wheel of Fortune card: good luck, karma, destiny, a turning point.

 


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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 6/18