Not at Home

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Valentine’s Day was a Sunday that first year, I remember.  The cat marked the occasion by presenting us with three headless voles left on the doormat.  We didn’t think anything of it, since some cats are like that. It’s in all the books. But the next holiday, St. Patrick’s, he presented us with a brace of cleanly eviscerated rabbits. On Easter, it was an enormous gopher, its skin neatly flensed as though by a surgeon. This continued every successive holiday, the  prizes on the doormat ever larger, ever more gruesome. This is why we spend every holiday out of town.

 

Friday Fictioneers

  1. rochellewisoff

    Dear J Hardy,

    All the nasty little gifts aside, that’s a pretty amazing cat. How did it know which days were holidays? Thank you for stretching my vocabulary a bit. Well done

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Michael Wynn

    I enjoyed this, it reminded me of one of ours but he thought we’d appreciate them still alive. We either had to put the badly injured out of their misery or chase the fit around the house, under kitchen cabinets and all sorts.

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  3. gahlearner

    Whoa, this cat is not what it appears. Good thinking to spend the holidays away, otherwise one of the owners could easily become a gift. Great story.

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