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November 10, 2009

Tuesdays Tale: Featured Post Winner

Congratulations to Dani for her winning contribution:

Beneath my fingers was something warm and soft. I twirled a little bit of the fuzz between my fingers and then gently ran my hand along the surface. A deep rumbling vibration began from beneath the soft fur and somehow it seemed to massage my soul. I had never owned a cat. But this little critter needed a home.

I was out on 75th street for a stroll and it had gotten dark hours ago. The cold air was nipping at my skin and I had sped my walk a little bit, planning to round the next corner to return to my apartment. But from the shadows to my left, next to that warehouse that smelled like wood cinders, I had heard a small peeping and -don't ask me why- I went to see what it was.

Now I held the small animal in my hands as I walked the remaining distance to my apartment. It's little body warmed my fingers and seemed to warm something else as well.

I imagined what I would tell Sophia when I got home. What should would think of the little monster. But I knew this was something I wanted enough that she wouldn't be able to convince me otherwise.

I opened the door to my lonely hole, lit the kitchen, and started up the space heater in the corner. Then I laid out a little blanket and placed the fuzz-ball next to the heater where it could warm its paws. Watching it, I sat on a kitchen chair and started taking off the layers I had on.

Sophia's picture was on the table where it always was. She looked up at me with that knowing smile, as I had expected.

'So you've brought home a friend, now, have you?' she said, her warm voice drifting through the cold air to brush my face.

"Awe. It was cold and scared. It needs to get warm." I told her, smiling back.

'Is it truly the creature that needs to get warm?' her voice replied with that hint of serious reflection interwoven into her words.

I didn't reply to that.

I sat looking at the little thing, curled up in a ball, vibrating with that rolling sound of content once more, and knew why the room somehow seemed a bit warmer tonight.

NOTE: Dani will begin choosing the featured post winners on Tuesday's beginning next week. That's okay because she may not have chosen her own contribution for featured post winner and I think it fits rather nicely with the photo, don't you?


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6 comments:

Heather said...

Never did I realize that the theme and the photo fit SO WELL together...

Kitty - Tuesday's TALE

HA!

septembermom said...

It has been hours as she sits there drawing something with her finger on the cold window pane. That boy didn't call my girl back today. I know too well how much her heart must hurt. I know she doesn't want me check in with her again. This is a pain that will have to subside in its own way. Maybe I'll just crack open her door just a little, time for our sweet Pebbles to do her magic with those soft whiskers and dancing tail. I'm sure my girls wet eyes will brighten for this welcome visitor.

Dani said...

Beneath my fingers was something warm and soft. I twirled a little bit of the fuzz between my fingers and then gently ran my hand along the surface. A deep rumbling vibration began from beneath the soft fur and somehow it seemed to massage my soul. I had never owned a cat. But this little critter needed a home.

I was out on 75th street for a stroll and it had gotten dark hours ago. The cold air was nipping at my skin and I had sped my walk a little bit, planning to round the next corner to return to my apartment. But from the shadows to my left, next to that warehouse that smelled like wood cinders, I had heard a small peeping and -don't ask me why- I went to see what it was.

Now I held the small animal in my hands as I walked the remaining distance to my apartment. It's little body warmed my fingers and seemed to warm something else as well.

I imagined what I would tell Sophia when I got home. What should would think of the little monster. But I knew this was something I wanted enough that she wouldn't be able to convince me otherwise.

I opened the door to my lonely hole, lit the kitchen, and started up the space heater in the corner. Then I laid out a little blanket and placed the fuzz-ball next to the heater where it could warm its paws. Watching it, I sat on a kitchen chair and started taking off the layers I had on.

Sophia's picture was on the table where it always was. She looked up at me with that knowing smile, as I had expected.

'So you've brought home a friend, now, have you?' she said, her warm voice drifting through the cold air to brush my face.

"Awe. It was cold and scared. It needs to get warm." I told her, smiling back.

'Is it truly the creature that needs to get warm?' her voice replied with that hint of serious reflection interwoven into her words.

I didn't reply to that.

I sat looking at the little thing, curled up in a ball, vibrating with that rolling sound of content once more, and knew why the room somehow seemed a bit warmer tonight.

Sarah said...

His hands are gentle..he is a young human..but his eyes speak of kindness. I would much rather go with him than the other human child. She was rough and her eyes spoke of busy activity. I want this human as my own. I am sending you loving vibes..can you feel them human boy..that I will be your buddy and love you. I will be more loyal than any dog and sleep with you in bed. I will be your friend..I will.
Ooooo he is asking..he is saying he wants me for his own buddy. I have a home..I do. You won't be sorry human boy!! I love you already!

christine said...

Today, I hold her firmly. She accepts my hands, my gentle stroking of her fur. She sniffs cautiously at the bowl of kitty food; there is no choice now that her mother is dead. No more warm milk to be sucked greedily.

Next year will be different, I know. This time next year I will hold her only when she chooses. She will decide when she will clamber on my lap for caresses. She will eat when she feels like it, and will have made it clear what her favourite foodstuffs are, and expect me to provide them.

Today, I have control. I know it will not last. I will become her willing slave.

Call in for a chat with me! Christine's Chatter is at :-
http://cadugdale.blogspot.com

Dani said...

Awe Heather - thanks. You're right, though- I wasn't going to choose my own. Looking forward to working with you. :)