Pookie
Crazy Cat Lady
- Location
- Western NC
I wrote this in 2006. It's all about some very special cats and wonderful people. There is no sex, violence, or mushy stuff...just a story about a community and cats.
I want to share it for free before we put it on Amazon on print-on-demand. I don't want anyone to buy it.
Chapter 1 – Pook, Saav, and Bart Page 1
The tiny kitten lay in a sweltering fever, panting, so thirsty but unable to lift her head or even get up to drink from the puddle less than six inches away. She was dying, but she wasn’t afraid or sad. Anything would be better than this miserable, painful existence. She could hardly breathe; her chest felt full of water, as if she were drowning slowly. Cuts, gashes, and bruises burned and stung her whole body as the hard rain pelted the sore places and the harsh wind tugged and snatched at her scruffy fur.
“Come on,” whispered a voice in her ear. She felt fierce licking on her head but was too weak to respond. “Only about ten feet. You got to.”
“You go,” she rasped in a whisper. “Leave me. Just go.”
“I’m not leaving you,” said the other kitten stubbornly, frantically licking at the sick kitten’s face.
“Go,” she said.
“Not without you. C’mon.”
The sick kitten didn’t have time to answer as the world closed in, dark and silent, around her. She didn’t even have the time to say good-bye to her loyal friend.
A half-grown kitten awoke with a frightened start, and for a moment she thought she was again left out in the rain, abandoned, injured and ill, unable to help herself get to the safety of the small cottage that lay ten feet away.
“Saav, you had your bad dream again,” said her friend and sister, Pook. She looked up at the bigger kitten, also half-grown.
Her savior. The kitten who stood by her and yowled up a storm until the human in the house came outside to see what the noise was all about.
“Maybe,” Saav sighed, curling up next to Pook, “maybe someday the dream will go away.”
“When you finally convince yourself you’re really safe,” Pook said gently. “You went through an awful lot, trying to get well. Give it a little more time. More time to eat all you want, more time to sleep in warm places, more time for all the fresh water you can hold, and more time for these good memories we’re building today to take the places of the bad dreams of old yesterdays.”
“More time,” purred Saav sleepily. “Yeah. Just a little more time…”
I want to share it for free before we put it on Amazon on print-on-demand. I don't want anyone to buy it.
Chapter 1 – Pook, Saav, and Bart Page 1
The tiny kitten lay in a sweltering fever, panting, so thirsty but unable to lift her head or even get up to drink from the puddle less than six inches away. She was dying, but she wasn’t afraid or sad. Anything would be better than this miserable, painful existence. She could hardly breathe; her chest felt full of water, as if she were drowning slowly. Cuts, gashes, and bruises burned and stung her whole body as the hard rain pelted the sore places and the harsh wind tugged and snatched at her scruffy fur.
“Come on,” whispered a voice in her ear. She felt fierce licking on her head but was too weak to respond. “Only about ten feet. You got to.”
“You go,” she rasped in a whisper. “Leave me. Just go.”
“I’m not leaving you,” said the other kitten stubbornly, frantically licking at the sick kitten’s face.
“Go,” she said.
“Not without you. C’mon.”
The sick kitten didn’t have time to answer as the world closed in, dark and silent, around her. She didn’t even have the time to say good-bye to her loyal friend.
A half-grown kitten awoke with a frightened start, and for a moment she thought she was again left out in the rain, abandoned, injured and ill, unable to help herself get to the safety of the small cottage that lay ten feet away.
“Saav, you had your bad dream again,” said her friend and sister, Pook. She looked up at the bigger kitten, also half-grown.
Her savior. The kitten who stood by her and yowled up a storm until the human in the house came outside to see what the noise was all about.
“Maybe,” Saav sighed, curling up next to Pook, “maybe someday the dream will go away.”
“When you finally convince yourself you’re really safe,” Pook said gently. “You went through an awful lot, trying to get well. Give it a little more time. More time to eat all you want, more time to sleep in warm places, more time for all the fresh water you can hold, and more time for these good memories we’re building today to take the places of the bad dreams of old yesterdays.”
“More time,” purred Saav sleepily. “Yeah. Just a little more time…”
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