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
unbolt me 
Charming little fable with a funny moral … but am I alone in not understanding the relevance of your title?
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That’s a fair point, Dave. I’ll let Tati explain this one as it’s her piece.
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Thank you so much, Dave 🙂
I found my inspiration in The Book of Deuteronomy (obviously), and also in poetry of Thomas Eliot, videlicet his ‘Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats’, and its offspring the musical ‘Cats’. So, the title is my tribute 🙂
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Ah, all is clear, thank you!
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And after I’d eaten the sweet flesh, I found the kernel too hard to crack. I set it down, sadly, and walked away.
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Can we offer you nice, hot cup of Earl Grey instead? 😛
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It must have been a hell of a kitten.
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I know, right? It must have been! 😛
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Never understand a word Tati writes, she is a genius that way. What I’d give to be not understood, damn.
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I suppose that’s kind of the essence of being a native English speaker really. None of us knows what anyone else is truly saying! She’s become quite the master, that’s for sure. She’s one of us! 😛
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LOL… one friend of mine said after reading your comment, “I don’t understand his wish to be not understood.” So, you make progress, my dear anonymous friend 😀
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Hey.That’s a start alright. Tell your friend that I am more than happy to be misunderstood by others. You guys are awesome, replying every single comment and that too in the most unique way possible.
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Oh… thank you!
Yes, we think that feedback is very important. Comments keep blogs alive, don’t they? 😛
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🙂 love this, great descriptive writing and a twist in the tale. And a kitten!!!!:D
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Kittens are the best! 😀
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Killer killer
The woman got game
Teti
The kingdom is hers
Ah to be a fly on the wall
The Sheldon Perspective
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Our Dear Lord of the Flies, we feel it only fair to warn you to stay away from that ominous looking spider’s web in the right hand corner. The Black Widow never sleeps and is always hungry. Her Assistant found this out the hard way! 😛
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Trust me I know
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Very nice piece!
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Tati thanks you! 😀
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I like all of it ! …..sending love to you and Tati ( hugs )
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And our love to you, Meg. We hope you’ve been well! 😀
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Things that make you go – Hmm. Reminds me of Aesop’s Fables…love has many layers yet what is the source of love?
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Ah HAH. Yes, an astute question there, M. I wonder what our other readers would have to say regarding that? 😀
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Like peeling an onion, my friend…
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But a fragrant onion… 😛
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Yes…potent enough to draw all the salt from ones eyes LOL
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I like the ending!
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It’s quite a twist, isn’t it? Thanks for reading, Sarada. 😀
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No problem
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