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How To Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting To Kill You – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

Lately, I’ve taken to writing little stories or the occasional poem for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, but this time the prompt is to use a book title – either one that you’re reading or one nearby – and write the post based on the book title and what it brings to mind.

Now, I have a couple of books I’m currently reading, but their titles don’t work too well with this prompt, but one I have nearby to read next seemed to be promising, so I’m gonna see what I can do with it. That book is by the humorist, The Oatmeal, and is called How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You.

Now, as a cat lover and former cat owner (my Shadow has been gone almost a year), I’ve heard people talk about cats being evil and plotting to kill you, and I don’t really believe it to be true (as some people tend to do) and instead consider myself part of the larger cat-loving community who joke about it instead.

That being said, my mind has also tried to go through some memories to see if there might have been any indications of Shadow’s plotting or failed attempts to kill me. Some possibilities include:

*The many times he would climb up in my lap, reach up, put his paws on my shoulders, and lick my earlobes while purring and kneading my shoulders. I thought it was just an endearing habit, an indication of his contentment and happiness with me, and seeing me as his “mommy”. But maybe the kneading (with claws extended) and licking were something more, like he was trying to “soften” me up and get a taste?

*Jumping up on my dresser and shelves in the middle of the night, knocking stuff over. I thought it was just to get my attention, to get me up so I’d put him outside. Maybe he was trying put stuff on the floor for me to trip over in the dark, instead?

*Getting chummy with his poodle fur-sister, Cinnamon (see my main blog photo, above). On the surface, it appeared they had learned to get along like family. But maybe Shadow was actually recruiting her to his cause, because they both would be constantly underfoot (and especially Cinnamon), making it hard to walk without tripping over them, and in the kitchen in particular.

*Then there’s this photo, where he seems to be saying, “Fire up this grill, or else.”

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*And too, he was a black cat, a “ninja” cat, as many in the cat community refer to them, and he was constantly practicing his hiding skills outside:

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Hmm.. I don’t know. Maybe there is some truth to it, after all?


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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 15/17

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That Smell – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Jared stepped up and knocked on the door. While he waited, he breathed into his palm to check his breath one last time and shuffled his feet anxiously.  He’d been friends with her for quite a while, and he’d had a crush on her for a while, and he thought he’d noticed a similar interest in him from her. And now she’d asked him over for dinner. He wasn’t sure what to expect. But he’d finally decided to tell her how he felt, at least, and see how it went from there.

After a few moments, the door finally opened and Bernadette stepped out. “Hi, Jared!” she said with a smile.

“Hi, Bernadette,” he replied nervously. He shoved a bouquet of flowers at her. “Here. I got these for you. I know you haven’t been feeling well lately.”

She took the flowers, and her smile widened. “How sweet! They’re lovely, Jared. Thank you! Well, don’t just stand there. Come on in. Dinner should be ready shortly.”

Bernadette went back inside and Jared followed. As soon as he entered, he was greeted by her two cats, Muffin and Biscuit, who intertwined themselves around his legs and offered up purrs and meows. Jared bent down to pet them. “Hello there, you two,” he said. “I haven’t seen you in while, have I? Did you miss me? How are you guys doing?”

The cats weren’t the only thing that greeted him, though. As he finished saying hello to the cats, he asked, “Bernadette, what’s that smell?”

“Huh?” she asked from where she was putting the flowers in a vase on the coffee table in the sitting room. “What smell?”

“That smell.”

“I don’t know what you mean, Jared.”

“Can’t you smell that smell?”

Bernadette finished arranging the flowers and came over to him and the cats. “I’m sorry, Jared. You’ll have to be more specific. With this stuffy nose from this bad cold I’ve been dealing with, I’ve not been able to smell anything, really, for the last few days.”

“Bernie, when’s the last time you cleaned the litter boxes?”

Bernadette blinked and looked from Jared, to the cats, to the bathroom down the hall. She gasped and her face reddened with embarrassment. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe it! Jared, I’m so sorry you had to be greeted by that! Muffin, Biscuit, oh, my sweeties, I’m sorry! I wish you could have told me, reminded me. I’ve been feeling so terrible lately things have slipped my mind, and with not being able to smell, I didn’t even notice. I’ll do it right away! Jared, you can wait if you want, but if you want to go, I’ll understand.”

Jared shook his head and rolled up his sleeves. “No, Bernie. I’m staying and I’m going to help you.”

Bernadette gave him a grateful smile and the two set about tackling the litter boxes while Muffin and Biscuit supervised.

 


This silly little story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “smell”:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/05/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-2717/


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Eschew – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence #NationalPetDay

Lydia had made plans to go out with her friends, but after finding out that her beloved senior cat, Lula, had terminal cancer, she decided to eschew the plans and throw a final, fun birthday party for her cat instead. Lydia’s friends, who were the type to not take “no” for an answer but who were also completely understanding and supportive, decided to join her.

This post, inspired by #NationalPetDay, is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “eschew”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2017/04/11/tuesdayuseitinasentence-eschew/

 

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Jab – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Having fallen asleep on the couch, Melissa awoke upon feeling a light tap on her cheek, followed by a small jab to her eye and a tiny, plaintive meow, and opened her eyes to see the face of her cat, Stormy, inches from her nose.

 

 

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

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2017/03/07/tuesdayuseitinasentence-jab/


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Happy Caturday – Valentine’s Edition

With Valentine’s Day approaching, here are some cats – and a couple of dogs – to help you celebrate…or not, as the case may be.

 

(all images found on Pinterest)


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This Tuesday’s Tale Is Your Story: Cinnamon & Shadow

My sweet angels Cinnamon and Shadow have their story featured today 🙂

Animals Are Feeling Beings Too

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The tale of Cinnamon and Shadow told by Jeanne

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Cinnamon was technically my mother’s dog, but I was like the second mother to her. A lady I used to work for had a miniature poodle named Ginger, and when my mother saw her, she wanted one. When Ginger’s breeder had some more puppies, my mother got one. Amazingly, Cinnamon and Ginger had the exact same markings, only Cinnamon was a little bigger. I suppose that’s not all that surprising since their parents were the same, just from different litters (about 2 years apart).

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