Home Forums Affiliates Store Guestbook Topsites


Day 12



First | Previous Journal Main Next | Latest

Day 12

I saw the cat again today. The same cat I saw yesterday.

The pitter patter of tiny feet in the walls of my little room stir my sleep. Concluding another valiant dismemberment of his dastardly enemies? I wonder. A scamper, a series of squeaks, each more faint than the last, then the silence. It's over.

He pops his tiny head out from under the broken wall with the other still in his mount. Fangs dug deep. His tiny blood-stained feet make their way in my direction. Once after another, with poise and perfection, as if no great battle took place. As if he had not just takne a life. His paws do not tremble, no shortness in his breath, no hairs are at attention. He's done this before.

He shifts his weight to his rear legs and rests with his front legs stading tall. Now in the middle of my dark little room. He drops the lifeless carcase of his foe on the ground and looks past the darkness and into my eyes. I can do nothing but look back.

"Time to wake." he says.

And so I do.




First | Previous Journal Main Next | Latest



OnlineGameTrader.net Ultima Online Banner Exchange

Copyright © 2006 uothief.com All Rights Reserved