Early morning mist still hovered low to the ground as the outside market was stirring to life. Three darker shapes swam under the mist, one had a tail appearing over the mist like a gray shark fin. Every so often the leader would stop..pause to get her bearings, and be rear ended by the following two.
A loud 'Clunk!' was heard, which sounded suspiciously like a soup bone hitting the ground. A few murmured growls later the trio continued on, gracefully skirting tables and the legs of vendors setting up shop. The mist was thinning so all three crouched low and long to the ground as to not be seen. Ahead, the sliding of ice being poured onto a display table, and the slap of a luscious tuna being laid out in all it's glory for customers to "ooh! and Ahh!" over. Three noses tipped up visibly wiggling to catch the fragrance. They crept closer..and closer..till a loud snore could be heard coming from under the destined table. The Dog. The slobbering jowl flapping Dog...the feline version of the boogeyman, snoozing and in the way.
The lead cat (Magpie) swirled her head back to stare pointedly at Sassafrass who stood still with the bone still dragging on the ground. Saasfrass's face was a mask of pained concentration, fangs are not meant to carry this big a load. Her breathe coming quickly after all this skulduggery and planned infiltration through the market, she caught Magpie's pointed look and cut her eyes to the DOG curled under the table. Her breathing stopped, eyes grew huge...and she slowly started to back up. Prunella, having no patience at this point ( or ever) lifted one paw and slitted her eyes to glare evilly at the backing Sass, who stopped and gulped. Ears laying back on her head, tail curled under her belly, she slowly crept forward, inching closer to the DOG until she was about one foot away. Aching jaws opened and the bone clunked down onto the pavement. The DOG huffed, smacked his lips and opened one eye starring straight at the frozen Sassafrass.
They say time freezes and everything slows down when you are in an emergency situation. Not so..at least not to the three thieves arched and hissing at the glare of the DOG. An explosion of 'WOOF WOOF WOOF!" and the dog surged forward to attack. (cats are much more fun than a soup bone) Sassafrass back pedaled a giant fluff bail of fur and turned and climbed up the first thing that could take her higher than the DOG. It happend to be the legs of the vendor who was laying more ice on the display, who promptly dropped the ice bucket, whacking Prunella in the head. Throughly enraged, Prunella struck back at the bucket and anything within her radius of stretched claws. Howls, hisses and yells punctuated the open market, a chain reaction of tables tilting, awnings swinging, and all hell breaking loose.
Magpie, master planner that she was, received one good swipe from Prunella's fury, and leaped skyward, landing smack on top of the beautiful tuna. The heavenly sight enveloped Magpie, and time did freeze. She gazed with love at the splendid fishy laid out before her, begging to be taken. Breaking the spell with a shake of her head, mouth open to grab the fish, she chomped down, digging her fangs into the tail of the fish. Nothing happened...not a budge. Pulling backward, and thrusting her hind legs in balance, she tugged...and Nothing happened. Frustrated she tried a different angle..and Nothing. Slowly letting go of the fish she looked up just in time to see a broom swinging towards her to send her sailing through the air, landing on Prunella, still in a berserker frenzy. A loud HISST! And they eyed each other, looked around and flew over the ground to leave the market behind. The sounds of outrage, and furious impotent barking could still be heard as they rounded a fence to head back home. The DOG was tied under the display table, and was pulling with all his might, dragging the table into another display, and dumping the prized tuna over onto the ground.
Not a meow was heard as they met up with Sassafrass hiding under a bush on their way. All three grumbling, tails swishing, and whispering "Your fault!" at each other, all the way home.
A loud 'Clunk!' was heard, which sounded suspiciously like a soup bone hitting the ground. A few murmured growls later the trio continued on, gracefully skirting tables and the legs of vendors setting up shop. The mist was thinning so all three crouched low and long to the ground as to not be seen. Ahead, the sliding of ice being poured onto a display table, and the slap of a luscious tuna being laid out in all it's glory for customers to "ooh! and Ahh!" over. Three noses tipped up visibly wiggling to catch the fragrance. They crept closer..and closer..till a loud snore could be heard coming from under the destined table. The Dog. The slobbering jowl flapping Dog...the feline version of the boogeyman, snoozing and in the way.
The lead cat (Magpie) swirled her head back to stare pointedly at Sassafrass who stood still with the bone still dragging on the ground. Saasfrass's face was a mask of pained concentration, fangs are not meant to carry this big a load. Her breathe coming quickly after all this skulduggery and planned infiltration through the market, she caught Magpie's pointed look and cut her eyes to the DOG curled under the table. Her breathing stopped, eyes grew huge...and she slowly started to back up. Prunella, having no patience at this point ( or ever) lifted one paw and slitted her eyes to glare evilly at the backing Sass, who stopped and gulped. Ears laying back on her head, tail curled under her belly, she slowly crept forward, inching closer to the DOG until she was about one foot away. Aching jaws opened and the bone clunked down onto the pavement. The DOG huffed, smacked his lips and opened one eye starring straight at the frozen Sassafrass.
They say time freezes and everything slows down when you are in an emergency situation. Not so..at least not to the three thieves arched and hissing at the glare of the DOG. An explosion of 'WOOF WOOF WOOF!" and the dog surged forward to attack. (cats are much more fun than a soup bone) Sassafrass back pedaled a giant fluff bail of fur and turned and climbed up the first thing that could take her higher than the DOG. It happend to be the legs of the vendor who was laying more ice on the display, who promptly dropped the ice bucket, whacking Prunella in the head. Throughly enraged, Prunella struck back at the bucket and anything within her radius of stretched claws. Howls, hisses and yells punctuated the open market, a chain reaction of tables tilting, awnings swinging, and all hell breaking loose.
Magpie, master planner that she was, received one good swipe from Prunella's fury, and leaped skyward, landing smack on top of the beautiful tuna. The heavenly sight enveloped Magpie, and time did freeze. She gazed with love at the splendid fishy laid out before her, begging to be taken. Breaking the spell with a shake of her head, mouth open to grab the fish, she chomped down, digging her fangs into the tail of the fish. Nothing happened...not a budge. Pulling backward, and thrusting her hind legs in balance, she tugged...and Nothing happened. Frustrated she tried a different angle..and Nothing. Slowly letting go of the fish she looked up just in time to see a broom swinging towards her to send her sailing through the air, landing on Prunella, still in a berserker frenzy. A loud HISST! And they eyed each other, looked around and flew over the ground to leave the market behind. The sounds of outrage, and furious impotent barking could still be heard as they rounded a fence to head back home. The DOG was tied under the display table, and was pulling with all his might, dragging the table into another display, and dumping the prized tuna over onto the ground.
Not a meow was heard as they met up with Sassafrass hiding under a bush on their way. All three grumbling, tails swishing, and whispering "Your fault!" at each other, all the way home.
1 comment:
You have such a great imagination! Love this!
Mel
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