![]() PossetionsA Story by Clarisse![]() Cats, sneaky little things...![]() She was a
small bundle of fur, her orange coat a flame in the sun. Then a boy came
walkin’ down the road, his eyes a hazy blue. The sadness of his soul filled the
small flame, as wood to a fire. She flattened herself to the hem of the short
brick wall, deeply watching the sad boy walk aimlessly down the drowsy stone
path. Her haunches raised; a leap formed in her back legs. Ever so softly did
the orange tabby land. Small, sturdy white paws followed the young lad. No
knowledge of the follower sprung into his mind, only the puffs of white that
escaped his lips. A tempting bench now upon the lad,
he gives into its calling, settling down. The drowsiness of the grey stones
possessed his eyes. His follower crept under his feet, watching the movements
he made to uncover his shaggy blond hair. While he placed the Bennie next to
himself, the stocker started to sniff the clothing on the lad’s legs. The
strong sent of rabid dogs filled her nostrils, her heart fluttering with
confused concern. Next, she rubbed against his legs, the fabric of his pants
rubbing on his flesh. Then the lad noticed the little kitty under the bench,
slowly extending his arm towards the cat. She happily purred and rubbed his
hand with great affection. She came out from under the bench
and climbed the towering seat. She was greeted with many pats and butt
scratches and even gifted a piece of chicken. She started her biscuits on his
wool hat relishing the feeling of the softness. But when the boy turned his
head, she leaped into action. She snatched the wool treasure and fled back to
her safe spot. “Hey!” the call of distress was the last thing she heard from
him. The small victory was priceless… © 2024 Clarisse |
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