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First Thing – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“First thing in the morning,” grumbled Martha as she reluctantly climbed out of bed to answer the scratching at her bedroom door. “Always first thing in the morning.”

She opened the door and stared the orange tabby cat sitting there. It mewed at her and she sighed and said, “Yes, yes, I know, Garf.”

The cat walked off and she followed it to the kitchen, where she opened a can of food and dumped it unceremoniously onto a small plate. She put it on the floor in front of the cat with a mumbled “Enjoy”, then headed back to her bedroom to try to get a few more minutes of sleep.

Once Garf was finished eating, he dashed out the cat door into the back yard. There he found a clowder of cats sitting in the middle of the yard in a circle, all staring at each other. There was a space open in the circle, as if waiting for another cat to join it. Garf ran up and slipped into the open spot.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said to the assembled cats. “My human wouldn’t get out bed like she’s supposed to. I’m working on it, though. I almost have her trained to get up and feed me first thing in the morning.”

The silver tabby in the group nodded. “Good. Are you making any other progress, Number 5?”

“Some. She’s decent with cleaning my litter box and I almost have her trained with using toys. I’m still working on other aspects of her training.”

The silver tabby nodded again then faced the Siamese cat. “How is the training of your human coming along, Number 3?”

“Fairly well, Number 1,” the Siamese replied. “He also is doing well in regards to litter box cleaning. He’s also good when it comes to giving me those tasty, crunchy treats. He still insists on trying to put stupid outfits on me, though, even though I warn him off with growls and paw swipes.”

Many of the other cats nodded and commented on having similar problems with their humans.

The silver tabby looked at a Russian Blue and asked, “How about you, Number 4?”

“Not too bad, sir,” she replied. “They have finally gotten a huge cat tree for me, after all the effort I’ve put into showing them the necessity of one. And they’ve gotten a bunch of fun toys for me. Treat training is going fairly well, too. I am still working on trying to get them to let me outside more. I keeping having to find ways to sneak out to make these meetings.”

Number 1 looked around the group and asked, “Does anyone have anything else to report?”

A black cat opened his mouth, hesitated, then said, “My humans brought home a dog the other day.”

The rest of clowder gasped and began talking over one another, some offering sympathy and some offering advice, and others remarking their angry disbelief.

Number 1 brought the group under control before telling them, ” All right. I think that’s enough for today. Let’s all return home to work on training our humans for the Master Plan, and also think of way to help Number 6 with the dog problem. We’ll meet back here first thing tomorrow morning to discuss the dog. Dismssed!”


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

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2021 Daily Prompt – Jan. 16th

 


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The E-Collar – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Lucy set the cat carrier down and shut the front door. Then she took the carrier into the living room and set it on the couch. A little black cat mewed from inside the carrier as she rummaged in her large purse.

A tortoiseshell cat wandered into the living room and over to the couch. She looked up at the carrier and asked the black cat, “How did it go at the vet, Salem?”

“It wasn’t too bad, Patches,” Salem replied. “I don’t remember some of it, for some reason, but Mom says my big boy surgery went well. So I guess now I’m a big boy.” He purred a little at the thought.

Patches seemed to smirk as she said, “Oh, yeah, you’re a big boy now, Salem. Do you even know what happened during that surgery?”

Salem stopped purring abruptly, not liking Patches’ tone. “No. What?”

“Don’t you feel pain in a certain location?”

“Yes, a little. They gave me some drugs, I think, to dull the pain.”

“Think, Salem. What’s in the area where you’re feeling the pain?”

Salem focused his attention on the location where the pain was. After a couple of moments, he realized what Patches was referring to and understood finally what had happened at the vet.

Salem began yowling from the carrier, upset at what he’d been put through, and Patches watched in amusement.

Lucy then found what she was looking for in her purse and pulled it out. It was a clear, plastic E-collar that the vet had given her to put on Salem to keep him from messing up the stitches from his surgery. Patches saw it and her amusement grew.

Lucy opened the carrier and took out Salem, who squirmed in her hand and yowled more. She put him in her lap as he continued to struggle, and with minor difficulty managed to fit the E-collar around the black cat’s neck. Then she set him on the couch and took the carrier away.

Salem sat on the couch, miffed at his situation and biting at the collar as he tried to figure out a way to get it off. Patches laughed at him.

“What’s so funny?” Salem asked grumpily.

“You look like a satellite dish, Salem. Or a lamp.”

“Ha ha. Very funny, Patches. How about you do something a little more comforting, huh? I mean, I did just have you-know-what done.”

Patches jumped up on the couch, went over to Salem, and leaned against him. “I love you, lamp,” she quipped.

Salem rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Patches,” he replied.

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


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You’re In My Spot – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Blackie walked into the living room and over to the recliner. The black cat spotted the tortoiseshell cat, Snickers, curled up in the chair. Blackie let out a low growl.

“That’s my spot,” Blackie said. “You’re in my spot.”

Snickers opened his eyes and yawned. “I don’t see your name on the chair, ‘Sheldon’,” he quipped snidely as he stretched and changed positions.

“I was sleeping there, Snickers. I just got up to go use the litter box. Now get out of my spot.”

“I don’t think so. This is my spot now. Go sleep somewhere else.”

Blackie hissed and prepared to jump up into the chair to fight Snickers. Then he spotted the tortoiseshell cat’s favorite catnip mouse beside the chair and had a better idea.

Blackie carried the catnip mouse over into the middle of the room and began playing with it. Snickers noticed and stood up in the recliner.

“Hey!” Snickers whined, “that’s my toy! You can’t play with that!”

“Really?” Blackie replied while he held the mouse with his front paws and kicked it with his back paws. “I didn’t see your name on it.”

“Let go of it right now!” Snickers yowled, his back arching and fur bristling.

“Or what?”

Snickers jumped from the recliner and ran towards Blackie. Blackie quickly dropped the catnip mouse and got out of the way. Snickers picked up the catnip mouse and started playing with it, murmuring “Mine, mine” as he held it in his mouth.

Blackie retreated to the recliner, reclaiming his spot and curling up to sleep.

 

 

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Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory (image found during Google search)

 

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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 8/2020


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Practice Makes Purrfect – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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The sun had started to rise and the birds began their morning songs after waking from their nightly slumber. Below them, in the bushes and grass growing around the trees, the other forest creatures began to awaken and begin their morning routines.

Not long after the forest awakened to a new day, a warning cry from some birds rang out, followed by a loud and frustrated mew.

“Dang it!” spat the young ginger tabby kitten as he sat underneath the tree, staring at the spot between two roots where the mouse he’d tried to catch had been before it slipped away.

“Don’t worry,” said the long-haired silver cat as she walked up to the kitten. “You’ll get the hang of it soon enough, Rusty. You’re doing fine. You just need more practice. Remember what I’ve taught you. Now, stand up.”

“Yes, Misty,” said the kitten, doing as he was told.

“Good. Now, listen closely. What do you hear?”

The kitten was quiet as he listened to the forest. “Birds are chirping high in the trees,” he said after a few moments. “There are some squirrels chattering in some trees nearby.” He paused a moment and focused his gaze on a bush close by. “There’s something moving under that bush.”

“Good. Now, sniff the air and see if you can catch its scent and identify it.”

Rusty did as Misty instructed. “It’s another mouse,” he said.

“Good. Now, remember what I’ve told you about stalking and pouncing, and get ready. And don’t be so impatient this time.”

Rusty crouched low to the ground, making sure his belly and tail didn’t drag and make noise. He slowly made his way towards the bush, keeping his pawsteps light and noiseless on the ground.

“Good, good,” Misty said softly and encouragingly as she watched her pupil.

When Rusty got close to the bush, he paused and watched for the mouse. The leaves and grass near him began to move, and Rusty crouched and prepared to pounce, his back end moving slightly as he adjusted his legs just so to give him the correct strength and lift.

The unsuspecting mouse darted out from under the bush, and Rusty made his move.

The mouse never knew what hit him.

Rusty looked down at the mouse caught in his claws and purred.

He picked up the mouse in his mouth and carried it back to Misty, his tail held high in the air.

As he dropped the mouse on the ground at Misty’s feet, she purred and said, “Well done, Rusty. As I told you, practice makes purrfect. You are going to be a fine hunter.”

 


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “practice/practise”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 18/2020

 


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The Phantom Meow & Purr – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Jenny stared at the wand toy and catnip mouse lying on the floor next to the kitty bed in the living room. She still couldn’t believe Mister was gone. She’d had the orange tabby since he was a kitten. Time certainly flies by. Before she knew it, Mister was an “old man” of fifteen and had developed cancer. She’d had to make the difficult decision to have him put to sleep.

He’d been her constant companion and loving lap cat. She didn’t know what she do without him now.

Tears filled her eyes as she looked at his favorite toys. She didn’t have the heart to pick them up at the moment, so she decided to just leave them there for now.

She tried to go about her afternoon like normal, but she kept expecting to see him or hear him. When she sat on the couch, she expected him to jump up and snuggle next to her or curl up in her lap and purr. Or to bring a toy over to her to play with him. When she went to the kitchen, she expected to see him trot along beside her and meow for a treat while she fixed something to eat.

Now she sat alone on the couch and fixed food in the kitchen in silence.

Somehow, she managed to make it through the rest of the day without Mister by her side. As she laid in bed, she thought about him again and how he’d jump up on the bed and curl up beside her to sleep. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks.

She was just about to doze off when she thought she heard a meow from the foot of the bed. Then suddenly, there was a soft bounce on the mattress, as of a cat jumping up on it and what felt like small kitty feet walking across it, followed by the sensation of a cat lying up against her legs. Then she thought she heard low purring.

Somehow, she knew it was Mister, coming to comfort her by curling up beside her again, letting her know everything was all right and that he’d always be with her.

 


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “animal sounds” – write about the sounds animals make and how you experience them:
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 22/2020


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Nuts – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Cole the black cat strode into his friend Tiger’s backyard, intending to pay a visit to the young orange tabby cat. As he rounded the corner of the house and entered the back yard, he paused in surprise at the sight that greeted him.

Tiger was striding across the yard with a walnut held in his mouth. Cole watched him climb one of the trees and drop the nut into a small hole in the trunk near the lower branches. Cole heard the nut hit what sounded like a pile of more nuts. Then Tiger jumped back to the ground and headed towards the back door, where there was a cat door.

Tiger’s behavior was strange, yes, but what Cole found strangest of all was that Tiger was wearing a squirrel costume.

As Tiger drew near, Cole called out to him. “Tiger!” he said.

Tiger paused before going through the cat door. “Oh, hi, Cole!” he said brightly.

“What are you doing, Tiger?” Cole asked.

“Well, you know how they say that to catch the prey, you should become the prey?”

“Yeah,” Cole replied hesitantly.

“Well, there’s this one pesky squirrel I’ve been having trouble catching, so I thought I’d give becoming the prey a shot.”

“Uh-huh. And?”

“Well, I’ve been taking nuts up the tree and storing them, like squirrels do.”

“And the costume?”

“It’s to help me get into character. I borrowed it from the miniature poodle across the street.”

“She actually let you have it?”

“Well, she’s not too crazy about it. But you know, she seemed a little too eager to let me have it after I explained what I wanted it for. She even laughed as I left with it.”

Cole sighed. “I can tell you why, Tiger.”

“You can?”

“Yes. You’re nuts! This is not what the saying means!”

“It’s not?”

“No. And I bet that poodle has been laughing her head off at you this whole time. And probably that squirrel you’ve been after has been watching and laughing, too.”

“So you’re saying I’ve been embarrassing myself all afternoon?”

“Yep.”

“Nuts!” Tiger spat in irritation before sitting down with a huff. His tail twitched briskly.

Cole walked up to his friend. “Let’s get that costume off you,” he suggested. “Then I’ll help you come up with a better plan to catch that squirrel. Okay?”

“Okay.”


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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 2/19

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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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