*This is a whimsical tale inspired by my foster kittens. Enjoy!
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The sleek black kitten waited in silence. “Shhh,” his eyes tell me. “There is a monster under the door.” Laying on his side he holds his breath, a statue lying in wait. A paw eases out, slipping under the door. A temptation the monster cannot refuse. The kitten springs up, both paws scrabbling at the edge of the door, trying in vain to catch the elusive creature. It appears to be fuzzy, perhaps a bird? But no, it has legs. Legs that slide out and try to swipe at him even as he springs up and back. Before the retreat is fully registered in his mind he is back at the narrow opening, an offensive attack is the only way to win this battle.
What is poking me? The orange tabby stretches as she bathes in a sliver of afternoon sun that streams through the crack in the door. She reaches out a paw swiping at the nuisance interrupting her sleep. Something catches her, but she manages to pull away. Instantly she is up, crouching down to peer through the opening. A black paw reaches out and swipes but she is too quick and dodges away. Both sides wait as they regroup. I lean down to pat her head but she swivels away as if to say, “Don’t bother me. There’s a monster under this door.”
Rebecca Lamprey 