Cat Tales - a 55 word story
My spooky cat got out again. Under the deck she ran. Out came the hose that chased her about. Fur spiked, tail pointing, yowling, she hissed at me, and back in the house she pranced. It's been two days now. She slithers out for food after midnight. I hear her batting her ball all night.
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Love it. Such little darlings! Our cats wake my wife at 4 a.m. shouting "Time for breakfast!" They stay away from me because they know I'm on to them.
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Hi Jack, Thanks. Consider contributing your own 55 word story to my group titled 55 Word Stories just begun.
Adorable and so "cat-like". Reminds me of my Maine Coone Herman (now sadly departed).
From the first two lines the piece has the feel of a poem. Nice economy of language.
Yes, regarding the economy of language, I like the finish of "I hear her batting her ball all night." Nice.
Really nice piece, Judith. A strong, compact form. Works well.
Such an interesting constriction!
Well done, Judith.
Thank you to all the writers commenting on "Cat Tales." If you haven't posted yet, be sure and post your own 55-word story. Warning! Once you start writing them, they can become quite addictive. From the readings thus far I can see the selection process is going to be a lot of fun. Judith
cats have a world of their own.
I adore them.
My inner-cat can relate.
I love it when cats do the whole Halloween, arched-back thing.
They're so calculated, solitary, graceful and mysterious, and you capture all of this well in so few words.