I am Cat (Ages 3 years +)

Let me apologise for my extended absence. I have been busily trying to finish some short stories for upcoming competitions (the Unfettered competition and the KBR Award for picture books) and have been neglecting my poor blog – it’s so unloved isn’t it!

Here is another story to make up for it though. I should add, after writing this I had the feeling I had read it before…as in I think it might be someone else’s story that I’ve subconsciously ripped off…but I’m not sure. So I’m going to post it anyway, but if you recognise it (or, God forbid, wrote it) let me know and I’ll pull it down ASAP. 

I am Cat. Just Cat.

 

Once there was Cat and Man.

 

Cat and Man and sardines and a sunny step.

 

But Man is gone now.

 

There is just Cat and cold and hunger.

 

 

I smell mice.

 

Quick, too quick, they scamper away into the grass.

 

Rustle, rustle and they are gone.

 

My stomach growls.

 

 

Food?

 

Human food.

 

Creep, creep, creep.

 

No one around.

 

Food for Cat.

 

 

Tricked!

 

Tricked and trapped, trapped and tricked.

 

It smells like dog in here.

 

Vroooom vrooom vrooom.

 

 

Cats. Cats everywhere.

 

Why are we here?

 

To find new homes.

 

Will a human take me?

 

No, not you. They only want kittens.

 

They only want kittens?

 

You are too old.

 

 

I smell chocolate.

 

I smell grass.

 

I smell dirt.

 

I smell boy.

 

 

I am Cat. My boy calls me Billy.

 

Billy and Boy live here.

 

Billy and Boy and milk and toy mice.

 

Boy has gone to school now.

 

But he’ll be back and I’ll be waiting.

 

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