Welcome to the Spot Writers. This month’s prompt: “A cat
always stares at something behind it’s owners back.”
The
Moocher
by Phil
Yeats
The damn beast, a five-kilogram grey and
black tabby that considered my yard part of its imperial domain, had returned. It
snuck up to me slinking ahead in that crouching hunting pose characteristic of
cats. Its gaze was intent on something behind me, a mouse or bird it stalked
using me for camouflage.
I slowly turned
my head peeking behind me at whatever the dumb animal sought. I saw nothing, I
never did, and the blasted cat’s reaction never varied. When I made the
slightest movement, it arched its back, its hair stood on end, and it hissed.
In the early
days of this stupid feline game, I tried to wait it out, refusing to move a
muscle. The effort was pointless. It could maintain its hunting crouch
indefinitely. Eventually I’d twitch, and the damn thing would hiss.
I fetched it a
cracker, Nabisco Triangle Thins were its favourite, and settled on my patio
lounger. It licked the salt before crunching my offering leaving masses of
crumbs for the birds and mice. Was it planning ahead, luring its unsuspecting
prey into the open?
It hopped into
my lap, turning about and kneading its paws the way cats do, before settling
down for a nap. It would soon be purring quietly. Would it dream about the
imaginary prey that never lurked behind me, or smugly consider how gullible I was,
so easily tricked out of a cracker?
Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/
Catherine A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/
Phil Yeats: https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com
Chiara De Giorgi: https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/
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