Death by Pussy

Writing Challenge No.2

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Shadow was tired of it.  When she was a kitten, she was allowed to do as she pleased.  Even as a young cat, she was given liberties of the house such as being on the kitchen counters and the table.  Then, her mistress found a male human.  He wouldn’t stand for an animal behaving in such a way.  She was shooed off of counters, tables, and even the bed.  A pitifully sized “cat bed” was put on the cold floor and Shadow was expected to use it instead of the warm, larger human bed.  It was intolerable.  Beyond that, her human even began becoming more strict about how everyone else behaved around the house.  She draped the home in whites and beige colors and then got upset whenever someone made a mark on anything.  Antiques replaced particle board furniture and the house slowly turned into a museum: you could look, but not touch.  Shadow had black fur.. it was always known when she was anywhere not deemed appropriate by her female human.  It was becoming too much for Shadow to bear.  On top of all this controlling nonsense, the humans had begun to bicker.  The male would come home at early hours in the morning, reeking of smoke and alcohol.  He always took his bowling bag with him and left it around the house when he came home.  It was a thing the female was always complaining about and yelling at him for.

It took Shadow a few weeks to figure out a way to freedom from this newly created Hell hole.  It would take a while, however, for the male human to put the bowling bag in just the right spot.  The ball inside must have been rather heavy because it always made a loud THUD! when he threw it down in his drunken stupors.  The heavier the better.

Finally, one night, the male came home and slammed his bowling bag ontop of Shadow’s cat tower by the front door.  Normally, this would upset Shadow, but she had other things in mind.  She even seemed to not care about the shouting that ensued when the female awoke for work in the morning.  Shadow took her usual spot, under the shoe rack by the door.  She was invisible there and out of the way of flying objects that were meant for one of the other humans.  The male sped off in his truck and the female cursed at him as she hopped into her Jeep.  They were both gone off to work.. the female would return first.  Excellent. Now, to wait.

Shadow glared out the window as the Jeep pulled into the drive.  Her wide, green eyes seemed to grow larger as her pupils dilated.  She licked her whiskers and jumped down from the window just as the driver of the vehicle stepped onto the gravel of the driveway.  Shadow took sentry duty next to the front door, swiveling her ears to hear the crunching foot steps of the lady of the house.  She crouched down and lashed her tail back and forth.  It wouldn’t be long now.  Keys jangled as the human searched for the right one to open the front door.  Shadow’s eyes narrowed and she crouched even further down onto the floor, becoming nearly invisible as her black fur blended in with shadows of the house.  The door slowly opened and human grasped at the wall to find the light switch.  Shadow licked her whiskers again as she darted between the humans tired footsteps.  The tall, lumbering female came hurtling towards the floor.  She cried out and put her hands out to try and catch herself.  The cat jumped upon her carpeted tower to watch the demise.  Select, choice words spewed from the crying human on the floor as she assessed her fall.  She was just making motions to get up when there was a loud THUD! as the bowling bag and its contents fell onto the floor.  The cat sat, licking it’s paws as it watched the white carpet turn a deep shade of red.  She waited for several minutes to be sure the head trauma was enough to get the job done. There was nothing but silence. The cat took the cue and jumped on the newly tinged carpet, being sure to get her paws entirely drenched in red.  She made her way across the white carpet and into the kitchen where she jumped onto the counter and across the white oven.  She continued her path, always looking back to make sure her paws were still laying tracks.  Over the beige couch, on all of the Antique White window sills, and a special stop on top of the white duvet cover of the bed.  Shadow’s paws stopped leaving red tracks and she jumped up onto the antique desk in the living room.  Purring, she licked her paws clean and waited for the screams to begin.  It would be several hours before the male came home to grab his bowling bag before heading out for the bowling alley and bars.  His fingerprints were the only ones on the thing, the neighbors had already heard the fighting, and now the female was dead.  The cat purred in contentment and laid down to take a nap. The male would head to prison and Shadow would end up with the female’s single sister.  She drifted off to sleep thinking of how she would be doted upon like an only child.  All was well in the world again.

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