Three Times Three

Kinda a goofy bit about a supernatural cat that I wrote one night.

Many houses have unique features, garnered over time from various sources, ranging from uncommon architecture to historic events to the supernatural. Such is the case with my own house. You see, there is an undead cat under my living room floor. Uh, perhaps "living" isn't quite the proper term. In any case, for some time now, an occasional tell-tail..er, tell-tale "meow" has issued forth from beneath my feet. At first I was quite annoyed, threatening to kill "that darn cat"(certainly not a reference to the movie! Don't even think it.) Obviously, that course of action would prove quite futile; cat's already dead! Fortunately I never came to that, for I would learn more of this uninvited sprite in due time. My research took me down dark and musty halls populated by horror, insanity, and PBS Kid's characters. (Eh, for the uninitiated: that'd be my mind.) At any rate, almost by accident, I stumbled upon that for which I searched; almost broke my toe, too! (Hang with me folks, I promise this will get more coherent {or you'll go insane! Ahahaha!}). *Deep breath* So before the nice folks dressed all in white pull me from my beloved keyboard, here is the tale:

    Tommy was a cat. But not just any cat. His father was a seer, and his mother was the queen of the Fisher-Cats. He was special by virtue of both his parents' stations, as well as by their blood. Tommy had the gift of Sight and the physical prowess of a powerful Fisher-Cat. He would sometimes go out to sit on the shore of The Great River and gaze into the realm Beyond, that which is, is not, is yet to be and has been. The talents of his parents ran so strongly within him that when he came from his trance, there was always a small pile of fish at his feet, which he had caught by instinct alone.
    One day, as he gazed over the muddy ribbon wending it's way through the spruce, birch, and aspen, he had a most peculiar vision. A cat, too blurry and diffused to make make out it's markings, rushed over the brink of a cliff and fell into the void. Then a second, and yet a third followed it. Next, a cat was swallowed by a great dog. And again a second and third cat met the same fate. After this, a cat savaged itself with it's own claws and teeth, releasing it's lifeblood in a vivid crimson mist. For a third time, a second cat followed suit. And then the pattern changed. The third cat stood, as if uncertain, and then faded slowly away. When Tommy came from this Seeing, there was no pile of fish at his feet.

 He became obsessed with this vision, something about it tormented his mind and spirit so that he could not rest. One dark and rainy night, he slipped away, determined to travel throughout the land until the meaning of his Vision came clear.

    Three days into his quest, he was to be found rushing along the base of a steep ridge, thoughts as always on his Vision. A tremor shook the ground, and a landslide swept down the ridge! Tommy tried to leap away, but due to his preoccupation, even his Fisher-Cat ability proved insufficient to take him out of danger. With a frightened "Meow" Tommy was buried and crushed. Some hours later, he emerged from the rubble, back from the dead. Three days thereafter, preoccupation with his Vision again cost him his life in a flash flood. After dragging himself from the mud and flotsam, Tommy continued on. Three days later, as a mountain fog closed in about him, he plummeted from a cliff.

    Three days onward, he was stepped on by a moose. Three days, and a bear scarfed him down. Three days, and a pack of wolves cornered him.

    Three days, and Tommy was afflicted with fleas, so many and so irritating that he bled himself dry as he scratched and bit at them. Three days, and Tommy gave up on his life, eating various poisonous plants, until he fell, quite dead. For an eighth time, Tommy revived, defying mortality.

    Despondent, he made his way to a small pool of rainwater, cupped in a sundered boulder. His reflection stared back with dull green eyes; looking more closely, Tommy realized that his whole form seemed dull, almost transparent. And suddenly he understood, understood everything; the Vision, his own miraculous resurrections. And he knew the choice before him. For many days he sat on that boulder, until the water dried up and the only reflection of that lonesome cat was in his own mind. Finally, he stirred, and his eyes flared with life. Tommy had at last realized that he could not follow his own Visions, that to try was pure folly. A seer's gift was meant to be used only for the benefit of others. The mysterious, otherworldly force behind his education, satisfied with this realization, placed upon him the gift of immortality, so that he might never again pass behind the veil of this world.

    And so Tommy left that place and roamed aimlessly, in search of a new place to reside and See. As luck would have it, he soon found a lovely, dark place that would suit his needs. And that place my friends, my poor lads and lasses who have read all this, that place is beneath my living room floor.

Meow.

Reviews

[Onyx_Rayne]

OH...WOW! *clapping wildly* I LOVE THIS! It is quite adorable.. the final "meow" made me laugh out loud (literally).

The piece began as something, maybe, from a Dr. Suess tale (without the rhyming, of course) it just had that "feel" to it. Poor Tommy the kitty... I feel bad for him, however, there is one thing I don't understand... don't cats have NINE lives?? My last count was eight, is he really a zombie kitty under the living room floor? hehe..

This is absolutely adorable, and would make a perfect children's tale. You have an incredible knack for this sort of writing. I smiled and chuckled the whole way through this one.

Exceptional work - it's a favorite :)