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He came home from a rough day at work and curled up on the couch in a depressed funk. Within moments, his Pomeranian dog jumped up next to him, licked his face, and curled up next to him. Then his tabby cat curled up next to him as well and began purring. Slowly, his funk dissipated.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “depressed”:
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.
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”:
Jessie was in the middle of fixing dinner when she heard her phone ring from the other room. Stopping her preparations, she washed her hands and went to go answer the phone.
She hadn’t been talking on the phone for long when she heard a loud noise from the kitchen. She quickly ended the phone call and went to go check the kitchen. The sight that greeted her left her speechless.
The plate of chicken pieces had tumbled from the counter to the floor, along with the bowl of flour she’d prepared to bread the chicken with. One piece of chicken appeared to be missing.
Small powdery white paw prints lead from the pile of flour and across the kitchen floor to the cat flap in the back door.
Jessie instantly knew who the culprit was.
Shaking her head, Jessie followed the tracks outside to the backyard. The tracks continued down the porch until they reached the grass. Jessie stood on the bottom step and looked around the yard, wondering where Jinx could have gone with the chicken. It was a large yard backing onto a small wooded area. Along the side of the house to her left was her pride and joy: a large flower bed with a rainbow of brightly colored flowers of different types in bloom.
Slight movement of a few of the flowers caught her attention and she went over to investigate.
Carefully parting the flowers, Jessie spotted her black cat, Jinx, crouched on the ground and nibbling at the missing chicken breast.
Jessie quickly snatched the chicken away from the cat and Jinx let out a short hiss.
“Bad boy, Jinx,” Jessie scolded. “You shouldn’t eat this. It could make you sick.”
Jinx watched her with narrowed yellow eyes as she took the chicken back inside the house. A faint noise from the wooded area caught his attention, and he turned an ear towards it to listen. A few moments later, he left the flower bed and strode off across the yard to seek out the source of the chirping.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “flower/flour”:
Levi and his black Labrador, Sirius, walked up the steps to his apartment’s front door. They had been on a nice walk and had a fun time at the dog park, so both were in good spirits. But the yellow sheet of paper taped to the door with the giant NOTICE in red lettering that greeted them quickly dampened Levi’s spirits.
“Notice is hearby given…” Levi read out loud before finishing reading the rest of the letter silently. Beside him, Sirius let out a small whine, sensing something was wrong.
Levi snatched the letter off the door and crumpled it in his hands angrily. Then the weight of what he’d read hit him and he plopped down on the steps, holding his head in his hands. Sirius settled down beside him, letting out another low whine.
Levi removed his hands and pulled Sirius close to him in a tight hug. “What are going to do, boy?” he asked. “We’re being evicted. I just can’t believe it. Where can we go, on such on short notice?”
Dejected, Levi sat there for a while, just holding tight to his dog. Dark clouds built up overhead, and a light rain began to fall, but Levi didn’t pay it any notice. All he could do was stare at his shoes and think about having to move so suddenly.
After a few minutes, Levi noticed he wasn’t getting wet any more. He also noticed that someone was speaking to him, asking him if he was all right. He had a sense that they’d been asking for a few minutes. He lifted his eyes from his feet to see a lovely young woman about his age standing in front of him. She was holding an umbrella over him. A Golden Retriever sat stoically by her side.
“Are you all right?” the lady asked Levi again.
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Levi replied sheepishly. “Thanks.”
The rain finally stopped, and the young woman closed the umbrella. “Lucy and I were passing by on our way back from the dog park and saw you sitting here. You appeared to be in some sort of trouble. And it must be pretty bad because you didn’t even seem to notice the rain.”
“Well, you’re right. I did just get some rather bad news, and it hit me hard.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Not unless you know of an available apartment that allows pets,” he replied.
Levi let go of Sirius, who sat up straight beside him, and showed her the offending notice he’d gotten.
She took one look at it and instantly understood. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said. “That is really horrible news. But you’re in luck. It just so happens that the people in the apartment next to mine are moving out at the end of the month. Why don’t you come back with me and see about applying for it? It’s not far.”
Levi stared at her as if she were an angel sent from God.
She smiled and held a hand out to him. With a smile of his own, he took it.
“I’m Angela, by the way,” she said as he stood up.
“Nice to meet you, Angela,” he replied. “I’m Levi. And this is Sirius.”
The group walked back towards the street.
Overhead, a rainbow had formed.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “notice”:
As someone who’s proud to have been owned by a black cat, I want to wish everyone a happy Black Cat Appreciation Day.
Black cats sadly are still struggling to get out from under the veil of superstition they’ve been under for many, many years. But those of us who have been lucky enough to have had black cats in our lives know how great and loving they really can be.
For those of you who may not be aware, here are a few reasons black cats are so great:
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As her new puppy played happily in the next room, she worked at the computer. Eventually, she realized she didn’t hear the puppy the anymore, and she got up to check on him, hoping he’d just worn himself out and not gotten into trouble. As she walked to the room, she remembered a funny meme she’d seen that said something like “Silence is golden, unless you have a puppy. Then silence is suspicious. Very, very suspicious,” and she found herself agreeing with it. She peeked into the room and sighed with relief at the sight of the puppy napping beside its stuffed toy.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “silence”:
Happy National Pet Day to all pet parents 🙂
As any pet parent knows, “the best therapist has fur and four legs!”
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Martin, an older man in a Navy uniform, pulled his car up to the doors of the ER and ran inside with a cry of “Help! Help! I need help!”
The nurse behind the counter hurried up to him and asked, “What’s wrong, sir?”
“It’s my Lydia. She’s gone into labor! She’s going to give birth any minute! She needs a berth for her birth!”
The nurse gasped. “Of course, sir! We’ll get her taken care of right away!”
The nurse looked around and motioned a couple of orderlies over. They followed the old man outside to his car, with one orderly pushing a wheelchair ahead of him. Martin opened the car door and reached inside while the nurse and orderlies drew close to help move Lydia into the wheelchair.
The nurse and orderlies gasped when Martin turned to face them with not an expectant woman but a very pregnant Dachshund in his arms.
“Uh, sir,” said the nurse, her voice calm but somewhat uncertain, “that’s a dog, not a woman.”
“I know that! This is my Lydia, and she’s going to whelp her pups any minute!”
“But, this is a hospital. For humans. You need to go to a vet.”
“Don’t you think I know that? But I don’t have time. I’m from out of town, going to a reunion for some of my old mates from the Navy. Lydia went into premature labor; she wasn’t due for another week or so. I thought I had time, so I took her with me, as I always do. I stopped at the first vet office I found, but they’re closed. The nearest emergency vet is too far; she’ll not make it in time. Please! Can’t you do something?”
The nurse and orderlies looked from the old sailor to the dog and back. “Well…,” said the nurse, still unsure.
“Please! She’s all I have in this world. I can’t stand to lose her if something goes wrong. She’s never had pups before.”
The nurse and orderlies had a brief, whispered discussion, then gave a brief nod. The nurse turned back to the old man. “It’s not normal hospital policy, sir,” she told him, “but we can’t turn down a plea for help from a serviceman like yourself. And we’re not heartless enough to turn away from an animal in need. We’ll find a room and bed to make her comfortable, while Mike here,” she pointed to the orderly with the wheelchair, “contacts an animal rescue he knows that is nearby and that he believes can help Lydia.”
Martin sighed. “Thank you! That would be very much appreciated.”
“We’re happy to help, sir. And thank you, for your service, sir.”
Martin placed Lydia in the wheelchair, and the group wheeled her inside the hospital. The other people in the lobby stared at them, surprised to see the Dachshund being brought in, and watched as she was taken into a room while one of the orderlies made a call from the desk phone.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “birth/berth”:
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