Image Prompt 061 – The Face of a Cat

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I chose the image of the black cat in the black back pack for my twenty-minute sprint today.  I set this in the same world as my books, with a student at Black Ashe University, the Wiccan University in Fort Madison as my main character.  I hope you enjoy.

 

The Face of a Cat:

Kyle padded out of his room into the kitchen, starting the coffee maker more by feel than sight.  He’d been up late last night finishing up his essay on metaphysical translation spells.  He’d thought this was going to be one of those boring, reading dusty old tomes kind of metaphysics classes, but the professor was new, and was actually having them research spells, discuss how the mechanics worked and how they could potentially rework or recombine different mechanics for different spell effect.  It was the most fascinating class he’d taken as Black Ashe University so far.

Once the coffee was brewing, Kyle stopped in the bathroom, then returned to the kitchen, actually turning on the light this time and opening the fridge.

There was a soft noise from near the door, almost like there was an animal outside growling.

Kyle straightened up and looked toward the door.  He had the food for his late class in a bag hanging behind his backpack so he wouldn’t forget to pack it.  They were taking turns providing snacks so everyone had something since they met during normal dinner hours.

The noise came again.

Kyle walked toward the door, and when he came around the counter, something in his backpack moved, eyes shining in the dim light from the overhead.

“You better be a raccoon that broke in or some such,” Kyle muttered under his breath, grabbing the emergency flashlight from the counter.  He turned it on and shone it at the bag.

There were eyes, and a mouth, and they looked like they were part of the backpack.  They were on the front, where his initials were embroidered.  The bag had been a gift from his grandmother, complete with customization and extra straps.

Kyle approached the bag slowly, still hoping whatever animal would either duck down to hide, or jump out to try to get away.

No such luck.  He was crouched right in front of it now.  The bag had been made mostly of nylon fabric before, but now it looked more like suede in most places, and a little more like actual fur around the face.

“Are you friendly?” Kyle wondered, reaching toward the bag just to see what happened.  The bag made a noise, and Kyle really wasn’t sure if it was a purr or a growl.  The face on the bag looked mostly feline.  It had that sort of triangular shape to it that he associated with cats anyway.  Kyle touched the bottom corner of the bag.  It was soft, softer than most suede, and warm.  Like body heat warm.

“Okay,” Kyle said softly, meeting the eyes of what used to be his backpack.  “I’m going to call my professor now.  Hang tight.”

Kyle shuffled backward still in the crouch before standing up and retrieving his phone.  He took a quick picture of the cat bag, and attached it to an email so he could send it to his professor easily if needed.  Then he found the number on the syllabus for emergencies related to class.  He dialed and waited for it to ring, still looking at the bag.  He’d been talking in his paper about how to leverage the mechanics of a spell designed to make a book able to defend itself, and how that could be applied to a variety of objects.

“Hello?” someone answered.

“Hi,” Kyle said.  “Is this Professor Scriven?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“It’s Kyle, Kyle Melbourne, from your Metaphysical Research class.”

“Is something wrong?” Professor Scriven asked.

“Maybe,” Kyle said.  “I finished my paper last night, and I was postulating about some things,” Kyle said, giving a very brief explanation of the book defense concept and the possible applications.  “And when I got up this morning, my backpack appears to have changed.  It has a cat face, and it’s either growling or purring at me.”

“A cat face?” Professor Scriven asked.

“Eyes, mouth, fur, I think there’s a nose but it and the bag are black and the lighting isn’t great in my apartment.  The bag used to be nylon and now it feels like super soft suede and it’s warm to the touch.  I have a picture I can send you.”

“That would probably be helpful.  Your paper draft too if you can.”

“It’ll be two emails,” Kyle said.  “Hold on a sec,” he added, pulling his phone away from his ear to send the picture.  “The paper’s going to take a minute since it’s not on my phone.”

“That’s the bag you usually bring to class?” Professor Scriven asked as Kyle pulled up an email.

“Yeah,” Kyle replied, typing in the professor’s email and attaching the paper.  “There used to be initials were the face is.”

“I have a colleague who has postulated that this kind of application would be possible,” Professor Scriven said.  “But she’s never tested it.”

“Mostly I just want to know what I should do now,” Kyle replied.  “Is it dangerous?  Do I need to feed it?  Should I never use it as a backpack ever again?”  That would be a shame.  He really loved that bag.  It was super versatile and really comfortable.

“Let me just scan through your paper,” Professor Scriven said.

“This bit is on page three I think,” Kyle offered, turning back to the cat bag.  He wondered what his grandmother would think when she saw it.

Image Prompt 057 Response – Best Roommate Ever

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I chose the image of my cat Locke in a shopping bag for this week’s twenty-minute sprint.  I had to go a little bit longer to wrap up of the scene, so this is maybe closer to twenty-two minutes or writing, but close enough.

Best Roommate Ever:

Kara heard the sounds of paper crinkling from the corner of the living room.  She walked over to investigate.  They’d had a couple mice get in last month and a few lizards over the summer.  Apparently the lizards could crawl in through the air conditioning system somehow because they always came out of the vents.

Kara laughed when she reached the corner.  There were a few empty boxes and a paper shopping bag, which currently contained her roommate’s black cat.  He was turning around in the bag and pouncing at the corners.

“Hey sweet boy,” Kara said, just to make sure he knew she was there.  He could get snappy if you startled him.

Coda looked up at her with his bright yellow eyes and meowed his tiny little meow.  He was huge, a healthy fifteen pounds according to the last vet visit—which Kara had taken him to since her roommate got called into work last minute that day—but his meow was so tiny and high pitch, almost like a kittens.

“Having fun?” she asked as she reached down for the bag.  She picked it up, just to see what he would do.

Coda was sitting up when she did and he barely moved as she gently lifted him up to waist height.  He just stared up at her and then meowed again.

“Why don’t you come hang out with me?” she asked, carrying him to the couch and setting the bag down.  Kara sat down at the other end of the couch and laughed again when Coda leapt neatly out of the bag without even hitting the top.  He padded over and curled up against her leg.  He never seemed to want to sit in her lap, which worked out pretty well since fifteen pounds was a lot of cat to have in your lap.

Kara gently stroked his back.  He was the softest thing, with long fur that sat sleekly against his body.

“You’re such a good cat,” Kara told him.  “Such a sweetheart.”  She didn’t even end up turning on the TV as she’d intended.  She just sat there stroking Coda until her roommate got home.

“Hey, I’m back,” he called as he closed the door behind himself.

“Hey Mason,” Kara called out.

Coda meowed in greeting too.  Normally he was at the door waiting for Mason even when Kara was home.

“You two are getting along well today,” Mason said, smiling fondly as he walked through the living room.

“Yeah,” Kara said.  “I’ve always liked cats, but Coda is a real sweetie.”

“He likes you, too,” Mason assured her before heading into the kitchen.

Coda meowed.

“Yeah?” Kara said.  “You like me, huh?”  She reached down with both hands and rubbed his cheeks.  Coda purred, pushing his whole body against her thigh.  “I like you, too,” she said.  “If only I could find a guy I liked as much as you,” she murmured softly.  It had been a lonely several years for her.  Her high school boyfriend hadn’t wanted to continue when they went off to different schools and she’d never found anybody she liked enough in college.  And here she was, in her first job after graduation and she’d still not met anyone worth dating.

Coda meowed again, purring happily.

“Have you made any dinner plans yet?” Mason asked as he came back in sans work bag.

“Not yet,” Kara said.  “I was thinking about it but then got distracted.”

She smiled up at Mason, hoping he didn’t think she was a total flake.  He was an amazing roommate and she didn’t want to do anything to mess that up.

“He’s very distracting,” Mason said, coming over to stroke Coda’s side, his fingers brushing against Kara’s hand along the way.  His skin was warm, but Kara just shifted her hand, petting Coda’s head so she wouldn’t be in Mason’s way.  Dating a roommate was just a bad idea, even if he was the nicest guy she knew in the whole city.

“Yeah,” Kara agreed softly.

“Want to come out to dinner with me tonight?” Mason asked.  “It was kind of a crap day so I wanted to treat myself, and this is the longest I’ve ever had a roommate without a huge fight, so that seems worth celebrating too.”

“You don’t usually get along with your roommates?” Kara asked, frowning.

“I’ve just had bad luck,” Mason said.  “I never had a friend that wanted to live in the same room back in school, so I was always with random people and kept getting someone that didn’t agree with me about something big like cleaning or rules about who can be in the room when or something, which usually turned into a fight because I’m stubborn and a few of them had some serious testosterone poisoning going on.  I’ve only had three since college, and the other two were random online connections.  I figured you were going to be a great bet because a human being I actually knew recommended us to each other.”

“My first college roommate was horrible,” Kara said.  She understood about random roommates.  “She had a boyfriend, and he practically lived in our room.  It was kind of awful and no matter how many times our RA tried to help work it out she’d just break the new rules.”

“I had one like that,” Mason said.  “I got him moved out.”

“My RA never offered that as an option,” Kara said.  “I applied to be an RA my sophomore year so I’d never have to deal with another random roommate.”

“Just everyone else’s,” Mason said with a laugh.  “Come on,” he added, holding out his hand.

Kara gave Coda one more head scratch and stroked down his back before reaching up for Mason’s hand.

Mason pulled her up easily, smiling the whole time.

Coda meowed in protest.

Mason laughed.  “You have to share buddy,” he said to Coda.  “It’ll be my treat tonight to thank you for being an awesome roommate,” Mason said.  “Let’s go.”

“Thanks,” Kara said, squeezing his hand before pulling hers away.

Mason smiled over his shoulder at her and Kara thought really hard about how much of a bad idea it would be to date a roommate, but she still followed him out to his car to go to dinner.

Image Prompt 057 – Cat in a Bag & Edinburgh Cemetery

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It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

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Image Prompt 045 Response – I’ve Already Trained One

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I chose the picture of the two cats on the piles of boxes for my twenty-minute sprint this week.  A quick copy edit later, this is the result. I hope you enjoy.

I’ve Already Trained One:

Angelica peered over the edge of the box she sat in, waiting to see when the door would open.  The large hairless cat would be back soon. She and Jonathan preferred to have eyes on the door when he did return.  It was good to know when the bumbling creature was around.

“Did we leave everything prepared?” Jonathan asked.

“We rearranged the items in the tiered beds room,” Angelica replied.

“And the large bed room?” Jonathan asked.

“Of course,” Angelica replied.  “I always do that first thing in the morning.

“Our dishes were properly filled today,” Jonathan mused.  “Yesterday was reasonably successful then.” Continue reading

Image Prompt 045 – Cats and Ireland

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It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

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Image Prompt 039 – Cats & Dogs & Towers

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It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

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C is for Cats: Catastrophes in Action

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If you stumbled upon me through the A to Z Blog Challenge, welcome.  If not, check out the challenge and all those participating at their site.

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Cats are some of my favorite critters on earth, but they are also some of the strangest things I have ever encountered.

While I became a proud cat-owner only eight years ago, I’ve been vicariously owning cats through friends and relatives pretty much my whole life. Continue reading