Title: A Cat’s Tail
1 Sentence Summary:
“A cat grows up to see his mother die and learns that he will be separated from his siblings after his owners could not afford to keep all of them, but despite the darkness he was thrown into, he finds a light at the end of his tunnel.”
1 Sentence Summary:
“A cat grows up to see his mother die and learns that he will be separated from his siblings after his owners could not afford to keep all of them, but despite the darkness he was thrown into, he finds a light at the end of his tunnel.”
Tiny bells jingled frantically. Spotty was running through the legs of large white dining chairs in the kitchen.
“Let me catch this puny lizard!”, he screeched.
His ears pointed backwards like wings to boost his speed. His paws moved quickly on the shiny white marble floor. His siblings Ribbon and Charcoal merely watched him from the sofa; always so amused with Spotty’s hyperactivity. Mittens, their elegant-looking mother with shiny white fur, continued keeping a watchful eye on them.
“Don’t knock over anything!”, his siblings teased him.
Spotty and his family belonged to the Williams family. Their collar pendants had ‘Mr Williams, 13 Barnaby Street. Please return if found.’ engaved behind. At the front of their pendant had their respective names. Their life was so easy.
Mittens was the first cat the Williams owned. She was big, beautiful and majestic, a representation of the William’s business at that time. Her name was given as her paws had darker fur colors which made her looks as if she was wearing mittens. She gave birth to three kittens. Ribbon; as Mr William’s daughter wanted a chance in naming the female gray kitten, Charcoal; being the one that stood out the most with a full coat of black fur, and lastly, Spotty; for resembling his mother the most with white fur but having a black patch of fur on his right eye.
Spotty led a pampered life as the Williams family were very wealthy. The food both the family and the cats ate were cooked by top chefs. Each cat even had a gold bowl each, with their inititals engraved boldly.
Years passed and the kittens grew into cats. Mittens grew older. Each day passed and Spotty noticed some unusual changes.
The wonderful chefs did not appear and make them delicious meals anymore. Instead they were fed only leftover food from dinner. Their food bowls were replaced with plastic containers. Men came knocking at the door almost every morning, and returned later taking away random furniture. Mrs Williams would cry every night when looking through bills in the envelopes. Mr Williams lost his job and would only sit in the living room staring into thin air. Little Sarah wasn’t so little anymore and barely spent time with them like how she used to play with them every evening. Worst of all, Spotty noticed his mother’s health deteriorate as she had a lack of nutrition after the Williams could not afford better food. Her eyes can barely open and she always stayed in a corner.
Mittens’ eyes gazed at her children. She knew she didn’t have much time left. Spotty and his siblings lay next to her and Mittens started licking each their heads for the last time. Spotty rested his paw on his mother’s belly. A warmth that he wouldn’t feel anymore.
“Let me catch this puny lizard!”, he screeched.
His ears pointed backwards like wings to boost his speed. His paws moved quickly on the shiny white marble floor. His siblings Ribbon and Charcoal merely watched him from the sofa; always so amused with Spotty’s hyperactivity. Mittens, their elegant-looking mother with shiny white fur, continued keeping a watchful eye on them.
“Don’t knock over anything!”, his siblings teased him.
Spotty and his family belonged to the Williams family. Their collar pendants had ‘Mr Williams, 13 Barnaby Street. Please return if found.’ engaved behind. At the front of their pendant had their respective names. Their life was so easy.
Mittens was the first cat the Williams owned. She was big, beautiful and majestic, a representation of the William’s business at that time. Her name was given as her paws had darker fur colors which made her looks as if she was wearing mittens. She gave birth to three kittens. Ribbon; as Mr William’s daughter wanted a chance in naming the female gray kitten, Charcoal; being the one that stood out the most with a full coat of black fur, and lastly, Spotty; for resembling his mother the most with white fur but having a black patch of fur on his right eye.
Spotty led a pampered life as the Williams family were very wealthy. The food both the family and the cats ate were cooked by top chefs. Each cat even had a gold bowl each, with their inititals engraved boldly.
Years passed and the kittens grew into cats. Mittens grew older. Each day passed and Spotty noticed some unusual changes.
The wonderful chefs did not appear and make them delicious meals anymore. Instead they were fed only leftover food from dinner. Their food bowls were replaced with plastic containers. Men came knocking at the door almost every morning, and returned later taking away random furniture. Mrs Williams would cry every night when looking through bills in the envelopes. Mr Williams lost his job and would only sit in the living room staring into thin air. Little Sarah wasn’t so little anymore and barely spent time with them like how she used to play with them every evening. Worst of all, Spotty noticed his mother’s health deteriorate as she had a lack of nutrition after the Williams could not afford better food. Her eyes can barely open and she always stayed in a corner.
Mittens’ eyes gazed at her children. She knew she didn’t have much time left. Spotty and his siblings lay next to her and Mittens started licking each their heads for the last time. Spotty rested his paw on his mother’s belly. A warmth that he wouldn’t feel anymore.
The next morning, Spotty woke up and pressed his paws against his mother. Mittens’ body was cold. Her eyes were closed. The ends of her tongue peeped out her mouth. Spotty looked at his siblings and they started mewing miserably. The Williams family came down and started sobbing after seeing Mittens. A family member has left.
A week later, random strangers began visiting the house and observed the cats. Some had kids who pulled their tails, but the siblings missed being around kids so they didn’t mind. At the house’s door, a large sign read ‘Cats for Sale’. Spotty was sad. Why did they have to be so cruel to separate us? Ribbon and Charcoal refused to leave Spotty’s side when people wanted to pick them up. They would sleep together, knowing that they would be separated soon. The next morning, Charcoal was picked up by a lady. And after that, Ribbon, by a teenage girl. The cats meowed sadly as they left. Last one was Spotty. Spotty was slightly angry at the humans’ decisions and refused to accept a stroke on the chin offered by Mrs Williams.
“I’m sorry but we have no choice.”, she muttered while looking sadly at Spotty.
The next day, a child with two pony tails accompanied by her mother appeared in the house, looking eagerly at Spotty. She wore a school uniform with the name ‘Hope’ on her name tag.
“Mommy, I want him!” the girl exclaimed excitedly, pointing at Spotty.
She proceeded in reaching out her hand to pet him, but being upset, Spotty clawed her in a blink of an eye.
The girl started crying. Her soft hands were now marked by his claws. The adults yelled at him and helped Hope. Spotty looked at the girl. She looked so sad. Her eyes looked like his, when he saw his mother pass on. Spotty knew that this girl did not deserve any of his sadness. He wanted to make her happy.
Spotty walked over to Hope and started licking her wounds. The adults looked on in amazement. The girl giggled, smile and hugged Spotty tightly. This warmth. The familiar warmth.
As the girl’s mother carried Spotty in her arms as she left the house, Spotty looked back and saw a faint image of Mittens.
The image of Mittens licking her paws and her tail waving ‘goodbye’ faded away.
A week later, random strangers began visiting the house and observed the cats. Some had kids who pulled their tails, but the siblings missed being around kids so they didn’t mind. At the house’s door, a large sign read ‘Cats for Sale’. Spotty was sad. Why did they have to be so cruel to separate us? Ribbon and Charcoal refused to leave Spotty’s side when people wanted to pick them up. They would sleep together, knowing that they would be separated soon. The next morning, Charcoal was picked up by a lady. And after that, Ribbon, by a teenage girl. The cats meowed sadly as they left. Last one was Spotty. Spotty was slightly angry at the humans’ decisions and refused to accept a stroke on the chin offered by Mrs Williams.
“I’m sorry but we have no choice.”, she muttered while looking sadly at Spotty.
The next day, a child with two pony tails accompanied by her mother appeared in the house, looking eagerly at Spotty. She wore a school uniform with the name ‘Hope’ on her name tag.
“Mommy, I want him!” the girl exclaimed excitedly, pointing at Spotty.
She proceeded in reaching out her hand to pet him, but being upset, Spotty clawed her in a blink of an eye.
The girl started crying. Her soft hands were now marked by his claws. The adults yelled at him and helped Hope. Spotty looked at the girl. She looked so sad. Her eyes looked like his, when he saw his mother pass on. Spotty knew that this girl did not deserve any of his sadness. He wanted to make her happy.
Spotty walked over to Hope and started licking her wounds. The adults looked on in amazement. The girl giggled, smile and hugged Spotty tightly. This warmth. The familiar warmth.
As the girl’s mother carried Spotty in her arms as she left the house, Spotty looked back and saw a faint image of Mittens.
The image of Mittens licking her paws and her tail waving ‘goodbye’ faded away.
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