The cat shit on the carpet. Again.
by Rickety
Posted to Stories on 2003-08-07 09:05:00
A tallish stranger chased his cat into his closet. His head, bent down, knocked against the hangers. They gathered up around him and stayed still, almost, quivering quietly when he moved slightly.
The cat hid under a suitcase, making itself smaller and smaller, tucking her legs under her body, tail wrapped around, body collasping. She couldn’t hiss. She could stare.
The stranger dropped to his knees, slowy, sliding against the wall. He was on top of the suitcase. He reached out with arms, hands displaying fingers in claw fashion.
The cat turned her head away, turned her neck, but didn’t move. Just before the stranger grabbed her, she mewed, quietly.