Tag Archives: cats

Judith Gap 9

15 Mar

“Good heavens, Cristobel! We don’t puke on guests in this house!” The cat licked its paw and leaped away. When Clara came to she was still in the hallway. The woman had pulled up a chair and was staring at her. “I’m so sorry but you really are heavier than I remembered.” “Who are you?” Clara blurted out. The woman reminded her of someone. “The me is hardly important, child. What you should be asking is how I can help you keep them away.” “Them who?” “The ones who keep doing-“ Clara fainted again. “-this to you.” The woman sighed.

Judith Gap 8

8 Mar

The short woman stomped up to a cottage surrounded by elder trees. She looked round from the doorway. “Quick. Get inside,” she commanded, and the girl stepped in.  The house seemed very still. Then a herd of cats exploded into the hallway. Clara winced. “I’m sorry,” said the woman closing the front door. “All this snow is making it harder to tell things apart.” The girl mumbled noncommittally and followed the woman into cat territory. Or at least intended to before collapsing in the middle of the hallway. An orange tabby came to sniff her hair. It sniffed, then puked.

Week 1: Home Sweet Home

21 Nov

They live in that lofty house filled with wonderful things to chew and sleep on.

They let me enjoy their luxuries: fluffy couches, delicious smells coming from the room they call ‘chicken’, I believe,  then they throw me out in

the cold. Little do they understand that I’m an inside lover,  not some brutish lion. All I desire is a house of my own, to foster my young, to do up my fur in private. Heck, even the dog has one, despite his love for mud.

Well, no more. Today’s the day I move out into my own little château.