A unwinding TIME: part 5
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Tabs ran full bore toward the frozen edge of the rocky shore, pumping his tiny tabby legs on the ice like his life depended on it, half skating and out of control, but at least he was skating in the best direction, he thought.
“Mjau!” Det er gutten sin det! the gray cat growled. It’s voice sounded like sandpaper on the wind. “Mrroww!” view out fer dem rocks! The cat gestured anxiously at an area to the left of Tabs from where sharp rocks jutted out of the ice like spears. “Mrrreww.” They’ll tear ya apart quicker den dem wolves.
ANNONSE
Tabs slowed to an unsteady trot to navigate around the rocks, slipping and sliding every few steps, but he managed to do it. As Tabs covered the last few feet to where the frozen lake met the rocky shore, he was finally able to get a good look at the gray cat. It was bigger and scragglier than any house cat Tabs had ever seen. It looked like a big canine with matted, stiff fur, only it had the face of a cat and friendly feline eyes.
Panting and wobbly, but completely aware of how close the werewolves should be, Tabs dashed up to the gray cat, not wanting to stop. “Mrow!” he managed to say, gasping for air. Takk!
“Meew!” the gray cat replied. Don’t mention it. Both of them were running together now, side by side along the rocky beach, Tabs following the gray cat’s lead. They were moving steadily up the beach toward what looked like a dirt road at the tree line.
ANNONSE
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“Mrraow,” the gray cat said. No time for pleasantries, I’m afraid. “Meow, mrow rrow.” That road up there leads to a ranger’s station ’bout a quarter mile in. “Mrow.” couple o’ cabins, some tall trees, plenty of places to hide.
“Mjau?” You alright? the gray cat asked, looking Tabs up and down. “Mrrow.” viewed you take a nasty tumble back there on the ice. How’s yer noggin’?
Tabs was shocked for a moment by the gray cat’s issue but felt it was genuine. Years of globetrotting and kitty modeling had turned Tabs into a pretty good judge of character, and he felt that he could count on this cat.
“Meow,” Tabs replied. Det er i orden. My assistant says I’m hard headed. The gray cat nodded once, signifying that he understood.
While they were still running, it was much simpler to run on solid ground than the ice, and Tabs was starting to catch his breath. In the moonlight, Tabs saw that scars covered the gray cat’s grizzled features, and chips were missing from both of his ears. Tabs couldn’t tell how old the cat was, but he was clearly Tabs’ senior.
Tabs heard something from back toward the frozen shore, like falling rocks.
“Meew!” the gray cat hissed, looking over his take on but not slowing a step. Blast it! “Mraw!” better pick up the pace!
– Fortsettelse følger –
To follow our story from the beginning…
En slapp av tid: del 1
En slapp av tid: del 2
A unwinding TIME: part 3
En slapp av tid: del 4
If you delighted in this little tale and would like to see Tabs continue the story, let him know in the comments. and now, here are some pics from Tabs’ every-growing kitty modeling portfolio.
Who is Tabs the Cat? about five years ago I befriended a stray, flea-bitten tabby cat with a bad case of worms. Jeg kunne se at han ble falt på vanskelige tider, men hans dype kunnskap om høymote og varehus kosmetikk førte meg til å tro at han var mye mer enn å møte øyet. Vi ble raske venner, og nå er han faktisk sjefen min (og en vellykket kattunge).
ANNONSE
Din vennlige nabolag sjarmavhengig,
Karen.
P.S. To see what else acclaimed kitty supermodel Tabs the cat has been up to over the years, check out Sundays With Tabs, the Archives: From Anastasia to Zoya.