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On The Run – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Mitch was in the middle of his daily run, jogging along a path bounded by a creek on one side and trees and shrubbery on the other. It was a peaceful natural area, and he loved to jog there in the mornings because he felt more energized after being out in nature. In the evenings, he usually would come there to walk with his dog, Riley, to relax after a long day at work.

Mitch was approaching a large clump of shrubbery when he heard a small noise coming from the bushes. He stopped running and listened, not sure of what he’d heard. Then he heard it again – a short, high-pitched meow. Intrigued, he slowly approached and looked into the nearest bush. Peering at him from inside the bush was a pair of yellow cat eyes. As he watched, a small pink mouth opened and meowed again. Then a small, black kitten timidly crawled out, sat in front of him, and meowed up at him with its tiny voice.

Mitch stared at the kitten in surprise. He had certainly not expected to come across something like this on his daily run. The kitten wound itself around his legs and continued to let out tiny meows as he tried to decide what to do. The kitten didn’t look very old. It had probably been weened not long ago. But it was kind of dirty and looked slightly underweight. He didn’t think it belonged to anyone. He considered taking it home, but he wasn’t sure how Riley would react to it or how the kitten would react to the dog.

The kitten began climbing his leg, then made its way all the way up to his shoulder, where it crouched and began purring. Mitch instinctively reached up and petted it, and that was it. He was going take the kitten home.

Cutting his run short, Mitch returned to his car and headed home. When he opened front door, Riley greeted him enthusiastically, jumping at him and trying to lick his face. Mitch had to hold the kitten out to the way as he tried to calm the yellow Labrador down. 

Mitch ordered the dog to sit, then took the kitten into the living room. He put the kitten on the floor then called for Riley. The dog ran into the living room and stopped instantly when he saw the kitten. Mitch watched anxiously to see how the two would react. 

Riley crept up on the kitten slowly, curious to investigate the newcomer. The kitten hunched down and gave a short hiss, but didn’t attack immediately. Mitch took it as a good sign. 

Riley sniffed the kitten, and the kitten leaned back as the dog invaded its personal space, but it still didn’t attack. 

Riley finished sniffing, took a step back, and sat down. He panted and his tail wagged. Then he dropped to all fours and let out a short yip, wanting to the play with the kitten. The kitten stared at it with narrowed eyes, as if it considered the dog and its request beneath him. But Riley continued yipping, and the kitten finally gave in. It lunged at Riley with its claws sheathed, and the dog jumped and ran off. Riley paused at the entrance to the living room and looked back. The kitten was standing where Riley had been. It stared at the dog a moment, then ran after Riley. 

The two continued like that for a few minutes, with the kitten keeping Riley on the run throughout the house, playing chase. Mitch settled down on the couch with a sigh of relief. He would still keep an eye on the two for a few days, but he thought that them not immediately fighting and playing instead was a good sign and that they would become good friends.

 


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

https://lindaghill.com/2021/03/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-27-2021/


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Karma – a romantic holiday short story

With the Christmas holidays here and New Year’s coming up, I thought I’d share again this short story that I wrote a while back that’s set at New Year’s. It’s one of my few non-fantasy stories. This is a cute little romantic story and involves a kitten. I’ve also been playing with the idea, for a while, of possibly turning it into a novel. Feel free to let me know what you think of that idea. Anyway, enjoy the story 🙂

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“Karma”

“Is it ever going to stop raining?” complained the pretty redheaded woman in her early thirties standing by the front window of the little bookstore. She heaved a sigh and watched as people and vehicles passed by outside in the late afternoon, rushing to get to their destinations before the stores closed early for New Year’s Eve. It had snowed for Christmas, but rain had moved in the next day and had hung around for the rest of the week, washing away all traces of the white Christmas and dampening Julianna’s spirits.

The only child of a wealthy New York businessman and his socialite wife, Julianna had eventually grown jaded with that haughty lifestyle, and when her parents died in a freak car accident, she took her inheritance and moved away so she could start a new life. She found this little town, fell in love with it, and decided to settle there. That had only been a couple of months ago.

“It should clear up by tonight, if the weatherman is right,” said a slightly older brunette woman with short hair from a step stool behind the checkout counter where she was taking down a red and green HAPPY HOLIDAYS sign from the wall. “Just in time for the party, too. You’re coming, right, Jules?”

“I don’t know, Liza,” Julianna replied. “I really don’t know anyone here yet. I’d feel really awkward.”

Liza climbed down from the stool and walked over to stand beside Julianna and place a friendly hand on her shoulder. “You should come, Jules. It’ll be good for you, the new kid in town, to get out and meet new people.” Julianna turned to face Liza, who winked at her as she added, “Who knows, you might even make a new friend.”

Julianna got the feeling that Liza was trying to play matchmaker, and started to turn down the invitation. She had just gotten out of a bad relationship, only a couple of weeks before her parents had died, and was really not in the mood to start up another relationship just yet. But Liza looked so happy that she hated to disappoint the only friend she had made since moving there. “All right,” she said. “I’ll go. Eight o’clock at the Blue Room, right?”

Beaming a smile, Liza nodded. “Great! Don’t worry, Jules. You’ll have a good time. I promise. Now let’s hurry up and finish cleaning so we can lock up and go home and get ready.” She walked back behind the checkout counter and bent down behind it. A moment later, she stood back up and held a red and yellow polka dot umbrella out to Julianna. “Here. Take this and take out the trash, will you?”

* * *

With the open umbrella in one small hand and a trash bag in the other, Julianna walked out the back door of the bookstore and crossed the alley to the Dumpster. No sooner had she dumped the trash and closed the lid than she felt something bump against her leg. Looking down, she saw a little ginger tabby kitten beside her foot. It looked up at her with big brown eyes and let out a tiny little meow, then wound itself between her legs, brushing up against them as much as possible. Julianna smiled and picked up the kitten. It purred in her hand and licked her finger, its small pink tongue barely feeling rough against her skin.

Julianna giggled. “Well, aren’t you just a sweet boy. You’re alone and you don’t have a collar, so I’m guessing you must be an orphan, huh? And I’ll bet you’re hungry, too. Well, little fellow, I’ll tell you what. Let’s go inside where it’s warm and get you something to eat. I think I have some tuna left over from lunch that you can have.”

* * *

“Oh, he’s adorable!” cooed Liza when Julianna showed her the kitten after she had dried him off and given him something to eat. She reached out to pet the tiny cat’s head. “Are you going to keep him? I know you’ve been talking about getting a pet because you’ve been feeling lonely, living in that big house by yourself.”

“I think I will. He’s so sweet, and he seems to like me.”

“What will you name him, then?”

Julianna thought for a moment. “How about Karma? It seems fitting, since it was like fate brought us together, what with me needing a pet and him needing someone to care for him.”

Liza smiled. “Karma, huh? That’s a cute name. I like it. Karma the cat.”

Julianna held the kitten up so she could look it in the face. He purred as they looked at each other, and placed a small paw on the tip of her nose. “That’s it, then,” she told him with a smile. “Your name is Karma.”

The kitten sneezed suddenly, and its nose began to run. Julianna frowned and felt its nose pad. “His nose is a bit warm,” she told Liza. “I think he may be getting sick. I’d better get him to a vet.”

“There’s a new one that just opened recently nearby. If you hurry you might get there before it closes. Don’t worry about locking up. There’s not much left to do. I can finish it. Let me know later how it goes, all right?”

“Thanks, Liza. I’ll do that. Where’s the vet?”

* * *

Julianna parked her red Volvo by the glass front door of the small red brick building that housed the vet’s office just as a tall, dark-haired man in a white doctor’s coat was locking the door. Julianna picked up Karma from the passenger’s seat, grabbed her purse and umbrella, and somehow managed to get out of her car and open the umbrella without dropping anything. The man just stood at the door and watched her.

“Please, don’t lock up yet!” she called to him from beneath her umbrella. “You’re the veterinarian, right? I need your help. I think my kitten might be getting sick.”

The man looked at her a moment, gave her a quick nod, then unlocked the door and opened it for her. “You’re lucky, miss,” he said in a strong, deep voice as she and Karma entered the foyer. As Julianna worked to close her umbrella, he turned the lights back on. “A minute later, and you would have had to look for another vet.”

“I’m glad I made it,” Julianna said. “Can you take a look at my kitten? I think he might be catching a cold or something. I found him out in the rain by the Dumpster where I work. I don’t know how long he’d been there.”

“You found him? So I take it you’ve adopted him, since you’ve been calling him ‘my kitten’.”

“Yes, that’s right. I decided to keep him. I’d been considering getting a pet, and when I saw him, well…” She shrugged.

“Quite understandable. He’s certainly cute. And may I add that it’s also a kind and noble gesture on your part. Well, let’s go in the back and take a look at him, Miss…I’m sorry. What’s your name?”

“Julianna. Julianna Fairchild.”

He held out a hand, and Julianna grasped it and shook it briefly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Fairchild,” he said. “I’m Dr. Jonathan Forth.” Julianna took a good look at him for the first time, and noticed that he was about her age, maybe a year or two older, and was rather attractive, with beautiful green eyes. His voice was rather nice, too, she thought.

The doctor led Julianna to an examination room where she placed Karma on the metal examining table. Dr. Forth looked the kitten over and took its temperature.

“He’s certainly a very cute kitten, Miss Fairchild,” he told her. “Very sweet tempered, too. What did you name him?”

“Karma. And please, call me Julianna.”

“Karma? That’s cute. And fitting, too, I suppose, considering the circumstances of how you found him, Julianna.”

“Yes. That’s why I picked it. It was like fate had brought us together.”

The doctor gave her an appraising look. “Do you believe in fate? In karma?”

“I never really thought about it before, but I suppose I do.”

“I’ve never really been one to believe in it, myself, being a man of science and all.”

Julianna raised an eyebrow. “You don’t believe in fate? So, you’re saying you’ve never had any experiences that you could attribute to fate?”

He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. “Oh, I’ve experienced coincidences before, of course, but nothing that I would call fate or karma.”

Julianna shook her head. “What a pity. I wonder if there is anything I could do to change that.”

“Sorry. Nothing comes to mind.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” She gave him a wry smile. “I’ll think of something.”

He returned her smile. “Thanks for the warning,” he said sarcastically.

“I understand your practice is fairly new here?”

“That’s right. I just moved here and started my practice a couple of months ago.”

“Really? I’m new here, too. I moved here a couple of months ago, also.”

“What a coincidence.”

Julianna and the doctor looked at each other in silence for a moment, then down at Karma.

“So, how’s Karma? ” Julianna finally asked.

“He’s running a very slightly high temperature,” Dr. Forth replied, somewhat relieved with the subject change, “but otherwise he seems all right. I’d say it’s just a small cold. I’ll give him a shot of antibiotics to ward off anything worse. You’ll have to make sure he gets plenty of food, water, and rest. And he’ll eventually need to be thoroughly checked over and get his vaccinations. But one thing at a time. Let me give you my card. It has my home and cell phone numbers. You can call me tomorrow to let me know how he’s doing.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile. “Thanks.”

Dr. Forth took Karma through the other door in the room to the back laboratory for the shot, then brought him back to Julianna. He then led Julianna and her kitten back up front to the foyer, where he gave her a business card then opened the door for her. As Julianna looked out, she noticed with relief that it had stopped raining at last. She turned back to the doctor. “Aren’t you going to charge me for the visit?” she asked him.

“No. It’s on the house. Consider it a late Christmas present. Or if you like, a ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ gift.”

Julianna blinked, then smiled. “Well, all right. If you’re sure about it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Julianna turned to walk out the door but was called back by the doctor’s hesitant voice.

“Oh, uh, Julianna?”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to a New Year’s Eve party tonight. Would…would you like to go with me?”

Julianna stared at him, surprised, and couldn’t answer for a moment. She liked him, thought he was rather nice, and would like to get to know him better, but… “I’m sorry,” she said with a sad smile. “I’d like to go with you, but I’m already going to a party.”

“Oh,” he said simply, a small frown of disappointment crossing his face. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around then. It was nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. I hope you have a good time tonight. Bye.”

Dr. Forth stood in the doorway and watched as Julianna got in her red Volvo with Karma and drove off.

* * *

Julianna, in an emerald green evening gown, sat at a far table in the Blue Room’s ballroom by herself, nursing her second glass of red wine and watching the New Year’s revelers chitchatting and dancing. She was bored. She had been there for about two hours, and nothing really exciting had happened. Liza had kept her company for a little while at first, but Julianna had finally managed to talk her into going out onto the floor to mingle and have some fun. A few acquaintances, mostly people she had met at the bookstore, had stopped by to say hello and chat for a minute. And she had been asked to dance half a dozen times, but she had turned them all down, claiming a sprained ankle. But she was really just not interested in any of them. She knew she probably should have accepted for appearance’s sake to make Liza happy, but she just couldn’t stop thinking about the veterinarian, Dr. Forth, and wishing she had accepted his invitation.

After another hour, another glass of wine, and declining three more dance invitations, Julianna was ready to go home. The clock had just chimed eleven when Liza, in a shimmering dark blue gown, approached her table. A tall, dark-haired man in a tuxedo was behind her with his head down so that Julianna could not tell who it was.

“Jules,” said Liza with a big grin as she stopped at the table. “I have a surprise for you. This guy is a friend of mine. He’s been dying to talk to you all evening, but couldn’t pluck up the nerve. I finally talked him into coming over. I think you might know him. He certainly seems to know you.”

At that, the man lifted his head and looked at Julianna, who gasped. “Dr. Forth!” she exclaimed.

“Please, call me Jonathan,” he said with a small smile as he sat down across from her. “It’s good to see you again, Julianna.”

“Likewise, Dr…. er, Jonathan,” she replied with a small smile of her own. “I didn’t know this was the party you were coming to.”

“Nor I you. This day has certainly been full of coincidences, hasn’t it? Though I suppose you would be more inclined to call it fate – or karma.” He gave her a wink.

Her smile widened. “Yes, I suppose I would. But at this point, I don’t care what it’s called. I’m just glad you’re here.”

He grinned. The live orchestra started up a slow dance tune, and Jonathan stood up and held a hand out to Julianna. “Care to dance?”

She returned his grin and took his hand. “I’d love to.”

* * *

“So, what made you decide to move here?” Jonathan asked as they danced.

“A desire to start over,” Julianna replied. “To make a long story short, I recently ended a bad relationship – the guy I was with was more interested in my money than in me. Then my parents died in a car accident. I decided to take my inheritance and get away. I wanted to go someplace where no one knew me. I found this place, liked it, and bought a house. And so here I am.”

“Ah. And here I was expecting to hear you say it was fate.”

She looked up at him and smiled. “Maybe it was. So what about you? What brought you here?”

He looked deep in her sea-blue eyes. “Fate,” he said bluntly, and she grinned. “That, and a desire for a fresh start, too,” he added.

“What a coincidence,” Julianna teased, and Jonathan chuckled and grinned.

The orchestra played a few more slow songs, and Jonathan and Julianna danced to them, too. Across the ballroom, Liza watched them with a pleased smile on her face. “I told you that you would have a good time, Jules,” she said softly.

Just before midnight, Jonathan asked Julianna another question. “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“Not really.”

“How would you like to come to my place for dinner, then? I’m a fairly decent cook, you know.”

“Sounds terrific,” she said with a smile.

The clock then began to chime again, and everyone stopped what he or she was doing. As it chimed for the twelfth time, balloons and confetti fell from the ceiling and everyone called out “Happy New Year!”

The orchestra struck up “Auld Lang Syne” and most of the party attendees sang along. Julianna and Jonathan stood where they were and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Happy new year, Julianna,” said Jonathan softly.

“Happy new year, Jonathan,” Julianna returned.

As his lips met hers for the traditional New Year’s kiss, Julianna had a feeling that it would be a very happy new year indeed.

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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/