Splitting the Difference

When the cat split—it’s head growing, morphing, slowly tripling all of its features—that’s when I realized:

It probably wasn’t a cat. Continue reading “Splitting the Difference”

Mouse In Escape

Cat and mouse is not about the ending.

It’s about the start. The build. The two players, and, of course:

The inevitability of it all.

A mouse can run, and a mouse can hide, and a mouse can drop as many anchors, or ironing boards, or sharp objects, as he’d like, but it won’t matter.

You can’t stop a cat.

Not when they’re on the hunt. Continue reading “Mouse In Escape”

Catching the Cat’s Tongue

“Are you sure this is going to work?”

“No.”

“What? Are you being for real? Why am I doing this if it isn’t going to work?”

“I mean, it could work, or it could not. Depends on if its the right one or not, and you won’t know until you try it, and then you’ll know whether or not it worked.”

I gave the man a droll stare. The sharpest, most exasperated look I could conjure.

He just smiled.

This guy was really starting to get on my nerves. And we’d only met yesterday.

If it weren’t for this life-and-death situation, I’d ignore him. But…

As it is…

I sighed. “Okay¬†fine. But I still think you’re a loon, and I still think this is idiotic.”

“Duly noted. Now get out there, and knock ’em dead.” Continue reading “Catching the Cat’s Tongue”

A Proper Rest

There’s a time and a place for everything.

Everything, I remind myself.

As I wake up to an alarm.

As I go to work.

As I get ready for work.

As I sleep and dream of how much work there is to do.

And then, there’s this:

The time and the place for something so simple. Something peaceful. A tranquil stream to drink at, rather than the white waters that I usually brave.

Peace.

Rest. Continue reading “A Proper Rest”