A tiny, black Kitten took a leisurely stroll down a drowsy, prestigious street. Kitten didn’t seem lost or panicked. I would even say that Kitten was rather focused, as if looking for something.
Finally, Kitten chose a cute little porch adorned with dried twigs, pumpkins and autumnal blooms, and climbed onto it. Kitten sat a little bit, and then delved into some unsolicited mail which was tossed around, as if to fill the time.
A passing dog stopped to look at Kitten, then it bristled and started to bark. Kitten ignored this while continuing to pore over a leaflet with ads of whistling kettles.
The door opened a crack and from it an annoyed woman’s voice exclaimed, “Boo! Leave it!” Kitten meowed softly. The voice then changed like the wave of a wand. “Oh… kitty kitty! Just look at this poopsie!” A moment later, two hands scooped Kitten up.
Kitten became a real consolation to the old woman. She fussed over Kitten all the days and nights. She doted on Kitten. And… you know how it happens, yes? Their love was like butter of the herd, and milk of the sheep with the fat of lambs. Like the rams of the breed of Basan. And goats with the marrow of wheat. Drink like the purest blood of the grape. Blah, blah, blah…
And it was good.
Could you blame her? Me neither. Let who is without sin be the first to cast a stone. Love is a tricky thing and you should think twice before you scoop up a tiny kitten from your porch. Where lies the boundary between selfless care and careless selfishness? Whom do we love? Ourselves in the object of love, or the object of love in us? Little black kittens, who slept on your pillow, grow up and occupy your bedroom…
A boombox filled the air with the treacly backbeat of a musical. The digestive repose of a feline’s gastronomy must never be broken whate’er may befall.
That huge black Cat with coruscant fur lazily swayed in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace. The tiny grandma snuggled on his lap, snoring softly.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2016
This is a good little story. And poking around the blog a bit, the whole seems delightfully interesting and off the wall. I’ll be back for more as time allows. Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year, Eric, and thanks for visiting us! 🙂
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We’re never complete unless we learn to love beyond ourselves. Haha — great fat, butter, and milk comparison! I thoroughly enjoyed. Thanks!
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Thanks for reading and commenting, DD! 😀
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Love it!
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We love you for saying so. Thank you so much! 😀
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Whom do we love? Ourselves in the object of love, or the object of love in us?
Sometimes the former, and sometimes the latter: the latter is the best kind of eating, for it eats and consumes without breaking, and it can share its food without the food diminishing, but rather, being perfected.
Unless it’s bacon. In that case, piss off. Mine. Mine!
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That made me laugh, Gregory. I’m-a-gonna have to fight you for that bacon, good sir. 😉
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I like the whole thing! Well written, and the end….WOW!
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It’s a nice little twist in the tail… sorry… TALE, isn’t it? 😛
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