The moonless night hid me well, clocking my dark coat to the point of invisibility as I stood in the corner observing her. I was hungry and she was alone at the stand, waiting for the bus, looking around nervously—an easy prey. She wasn’t grand but she’d have to do.
I moved towards her stealthily. Just twenty feet…
Ten…
Five…
She shivered as she sensed me. Her face ashen and eyes wide with fear, she looked around trying to find the source of her discomfort.
It was now or never for me, so I stalked closer—close enough to rub my back with her leg—and gave a low growl. Finally, her eyes spotted me.
“Hey little kitty, are you lost? Are you hungry?” I purred in affirmation as she picked me up and grinned widely. “You don’t have a collar. Do you want to come home with me?”
Humans are so predictable!
–Dedicated to John Melone for his crazy cat poetry and to Prashanth’s Ikru and his northern lights
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 
Ohh a quick twist, you got me 😁
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Glad you liked it, WB 🙂
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Well done, Shaily. I was expecting a vampire, and got a cat! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Do you think cats are part-vampire? They certainly share a lot of traits: The incisors, the grace, the stealth, the calculative brain, the charm that makes you come closer and a way of looking down upon you as if you are a mere human. That, and they like liquids too! 🤣
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loved this, Shaily; sweet when I was expecting terror 🙂
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Thanks John! You inspired it! I can really understand cats now, thanks to you!
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