Chain story : The Prodigal Cat

Apologies, for not getting this done yesterday; was busy planting out my new rockery and ran out of oomf.

So, let’s start with the rules :

1. Each story snippet is to be entered into Comments.

2. Each story snippet must be between 10 and 100 words long.

3. Each story snippet must follow on in some way from the snippet that came before, but DO NOT reply to individual comments or they’ll become impossible to read! Just reply to the post instead.

4. New story elements – i.e. new characters etc – can be added whenever you wish, but they must still somehow follow on or reference what came before.

5. No erotica or obviously ‘adult’ themes please. Just in case we get some old people following the story…. 😀

And that’s it for the rules. I assume no one needs to be told to have fun? Good. Now I’m pinching an idea from Indies Unlimited and providing a sort of introductory prompt, complete with this gorgeous photo of Harry. Let’s begin!

prodigal harry sml

The Prodigal Cat

Harry had always been pretty laidback, and  the sedative made him even more so, but when the crate hit the floor, snapping the lock on his cage, he knew he had to go.

Peering out through the broken door, he saw a number of other crates scattered about on the concrete, with two longlegs in their midst. The humans were too busy yowling at each other to notice that some of the crates had broken open.

Perfect, thought Harry as he sidled outside on rubbery legs.

A very large, very juicy bunny in one of the other crates must have had the same idea because it, too, crept out of its cage, nose twitching.

Harry and Dinner eyed each other for a long moment before calling a silent truce; where longlegs were concerned it was US against THEM.

“Oy! They’re loose!”

Neither Harry nor Dinner understood the words, but both knew what they meant – the chase was on! Running in opposite directions, they instinctively headed towards the mountain of crates lining the walls. There were small, dark gaps between those crates, perfect for hiding in. If they could get to the wall they’d be safe.

Unfortunately for Harry, the effects of the sedative still had not worn off, and his mad sprint for freedom turned out to be more of a wobbly zigzag. He was still many body lengths from the first line of crates when big hands scooped him up and held him by the scruff of the neck.

Bugger, thought Harry as he dangled in mid air.

“Got… one!” the longlegs said, blowing gusts of garlic in Harry’s face with each breath.

“Well throw it in the bloody crate and come help over here,!” the other longlegs yelled. He was standing in front of the wall of crates, hands on hips and face red with exertion. Or perhaps it was anger – Dinner had made it.

Harry yowled in indignation as he was thrown into the back of a crate. Not only had he been caught, but now he’d been thrown in Dinner’s crate by mistake. The wooden burrow stank of bunny doo, and the only food he could see was a half-chewed orange thing, and some bits of limp green stuff.

Wrinkling up his nose in distaste, Harry curled up in the cleanest patch of straw he could find, and closed his eyes; the sooner he got to Perth the better.

Melanie, his longlegs, had been gushing about Perth for moons, and at this point, Harry figured anything would be better than this.

He was just drifting off to sleep when one of the longlegs approached, and peered at something on the outside of the crate.

“Better hurry with this one,” the longlegs said. “The 4:30 to New York leaves in half an hour.”

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I am the kind of person who always has to know why things are the way they are so my interests range from genetics and biology to politics and what makes people tick. For fun I play online mmorpgs, read, listen to a music, dance when I get the chance and landscape my rather large block. Work is writing. When a story I am working on is going well I'm on cloud nine. On bad days I go out and dig big holes... View all posts by acflory

24 responses to “Chain story : The Prodigal Cat

  • Candy Korman

    Melanie sighed. Perhaps she could have taken another flight? With only one feline in the main cabin allowed, she would have had to wait another week or paid for a business class ticket. “He’ll be fine,” she told herself. “He’s a trooper. He’ll be fine.” But she knew, deep in her gut that something was wrong.

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  • acflory

    “Could it be Harry? Could their weird bond be working again?”

    Soon after rescuing Harry from an animal shelter, Melanie had woken from a deep sleep, feeling as if she was being cooked alive. But a quick check of the house showed that the one being cooked was Harry. She found him stuck head first in a heating duct…with the heating on!

    Yet if that weird ESP was working again, what could possibly be wrong? Harry should be safe in his carry cage, fast asleep. Right?

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  • George

    She started checking again her purse to check that everything that should be there is in fact there. Keys, ID, contact info, travel wipes, sanitizer “Don’t care about that! Can’t be that” she thought. And then on top of that the passengers behind her were of the loud-chatter type. She normally doesn’t care about that, it’s not as if she doesn’t enjoy a nice chat but right she just didn’t have the head for it.

    “God Chewy just started running around and clawed at everything! I didn’t know what got over him!. He relaxed though once i picked him up…”

    “So I guess she has a dog or a cat or something.”

    “Oh God” …

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  • acflory

    “What’s going on?” Melanie wondered as the glass of Vin Ordinaire shook in her hand. Or perhaps it was her hand doing the shaking.

    Putting the plastic glass down with exagerated care, she closed her eyes and took deep, calming breaths. In-two-three-four, out-two-three-four, rinse and repeat. But the fluttery feeling in her chest did not ease. Something was very wrong…

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  • josh

    With a loud CRACK the aged carrier gave way. Harry was ready and out through a jagged opening in a flash, his body scraping painfully on several points on the way out. But he was so frightened he barely felt it. Surveying his strange surroundings instinctively, Harry dashed for a small dark nook atop several levels of strange-smelling boxy things. Behind him he heard a frustrated HISSSS and “Breakfast, where are you going?” Harry squeezed himself deep into the nook and waited.

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  • George

    “Whoa! I’ve dealt with your kind before but not this size!”
    With nowhere to run to or an opening to claw back Harry grew more and more scared since he realized that the cage couldn’t hold for long.
    But that might just save him. You see; old brittle plastic, aged by sunlight, doesn’t bend. Instead it cracks. And that constant squeeze created some cracks that turned into some rather pointy shards poking back.

    “That’s the last time i’ll play around with my breakfast…”

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  • acflory

    A sudden bump made Harry hiss in fear. IT had arrived!

    The dim light reflected off ITs scales as it coiled its massive body around the cage.

    “Good morning, Breakfast,” IT said as it began to squeeze.

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  • acflory

    As the dry, slithering sound came ever closer, Harry backed into the corner, his eyes glued to the door of his cage. The longlegs had fixed it with a few loops and twists of their strong grass, but would it hold?

    Harry couldn’t reach the grass from the inside of the cage, but he had played with Melanie’s foot coverings enough to know how easy the loops were to undo, if you knew how. Would IT know?

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  • George Panayiotou

    With his only company a small blanket -a present from Melanie- he tried to stay calm and figure out what was going on. Suddenly he could just make out something else amongst all that infernal noise. So perhaps he wasn’t alone after all? Oh he hoped it wasn’t for the worse…

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  • acflory

    A thousand miles away and counting, Harry was as miserable as he had ever been in his life, and that included the day he’d woken up at the smelly place with a couple of precious body parts missing.

    That had been bad, but at least Melanie had been there when he woke up. She had soothed him and told him everything would be okay. Why wasn’t she here now, when he needed her the most?

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  • josh

    As her flight closed in on her new home, Melanie started to feel a sense of foreboding. It was almost imperceptible at first, but before long it started to intrude noticeably on her optimistic mood. From time to time throughout her life, she had experienced these feelings, and they always lead to something bad. What could it be this time? Was she making a mistake by moving after all? Or was it something else? She began to fidget in her seat, then signaled the flight attendant to order a drink to calm her nerves.

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  • EllaDee

    [If I had time and mental focus I’d love to play, but in any event, when I see the words “the prodigal cat”, my brain goes off on a musical tangent…
    “Jellicles do and jellicles can
    Jellicles can and jellicles do
    Jellicle cats sing jellicle chants
    Jellicles old and jellicles new
    Jellicle song and jellicle dance
    Jellicle songs for jellicle cats…”]
    🙂

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  • acflory

    But Harry’s cries went unanswered. Melanie was in another plane, getting further and further away as she sailed happily towards the western most point of the Australian continent. She had never been to Perth before but she felt no regrets at leaving Melbourne behind. Apart from Harry, and a few family heirlooms, there was nothing about her old life she would miss. Things were going to be better this time, she was sure of it.

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  • acflory

    Despite yowling long and hard, Harry was still locked in Dinner’s crate when the world as he knew it disappeared. A deep vibration filled the crate like an earth shake, and dust from the straw made him sneeze, but it was the noise that reduced him to terrified silence. It was like a million vacuum cleaners all turned on at once, and Harry had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

    …heeeeeeeelp!…

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  • davidprosser

    Harry didn’t recognise the words spoken but he did recognise the sense of urgency in his movements. He knew something was wrong and could tell that the longlegs was putting him in the wrong place.He yowled to warn the longlegs who paid no attention at all.
    He was put on a different metal bird than the one he came on and didn’t know any of the other Superiors in the other crates.and he knew he should be going to a different place than them. How to tell the silly longlegs.

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  • dvberkom

    New York, Harry thought with suspicion. What’s a New York? Hmm. Perhaps it was a stopping off point before they arrived in Perth? Goodness, he surely hoped it wouldn’t be too far out of the way. He was getting quite hungry.

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  • pinkagendist

    And that’s the story of Julia Gillard.

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