Crazy Old Cat Lady

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Today Mike Mander had received a letter. It was written on an old fashioned type writer. Someone wanted a book redrawn, said something about giving cats a bad reputation. The Dreaming. A dystopian story of a world were cats ruled, keeping humans as slaves for food and play. Some crazy cat person for sure. He crushed the paper and threw it in the bin. It was late, the sun was going down.

He usually walked home. It wasn’t very far if he took the short cut though the industrial port. There was an old house on the hill. It always had light on in one of higher windows. The rest of the house was dark. It must have stood there long before most of the port, when there were still natural beaches and rocks down there, now it was falling apart. He wondered who was living there.

He passed through an alley. The garbage was piled up on one side. Leftovers from the fishing industry, that much he could smell. Other more undefined types of trash too. There were cats. Disgusting, dirty port cats, digging into the rotting fish and garbage. They looked up when he arrived. Sat there, watching him. He walked past as fast as he could. He hated cats.

Coming out on the other side he looked up towards the house. He could see someone in the window, looking down towards him.

A couple of days later he got another letter. It was strikingly similar to the first but a lot more threatening.

Take the book out of the stores today or we’ll kill you. Not easy to misunderstand.

He took it to the police, but they didn’t really seem that interested.

Don’t worry, the police man said. This happens all the time. We’ll see what we can do, but it’s probably just some kids having fun.

He felt a bit better, and didn’t think much more about the letter. Though it was the first time it had happened to him, he knew these kind of things occurred in the editorial industry.

I guess I’ll just have to get used to it, he thought.

Some days later he took the short cut again. There were more cats now. A lot more. Cats everywhere, and they were all looking at him. He started walking faster. Further down the road black cats were coming out from the sides. They blocked the street between the storage house walls. He stopped. He didn’t want to go through there. He turned around. Cats. The whole street was covered with cats.

Aren’t they beautiful? The voice came from the darkest corner in the alley, behind the garbage containers.

Who’s there?

Hahahahaha! It was the voice of an elderly woman. She didn’t sound too good, her voice had a weird trembling. Cats… The most beautiful creatures in the world. How could anyone ever want to put them down?

I do not know what you want, Mrs, but could you please tell your cats to let me pass?

Silence.

The cats started jumping down from the containers and the roof. Hundreds of cats staring straight at him in the darkness.

Such perfect animals. Divine, I’d say.

Please, lady, I do not know what you… But he did know. The Dreaming. The letters was from her.

The cats moved closer. Slowly, but firmly.

He started walking. He walked into the crowd of cats in front, ploughing his way through the black mass on the ground. The woman was laughing. The cats were hissing. Growling. Circling him.

One jumped up on his pants, ripping it with his claws, climbing up his thigh. He grabbed it, threw it away. Others came. Jumping up from the ground, onto him from the roofs, from the boxes and containers. He fell. Cats. Cats everywhere. Crawling all over him, scratching their small, razor sharp claws through his skin. His screams could hardly be heard through the pile of cats covering his body.

The woman walked over.

That will teach him, won’t it, my sweets. The cats were rubbing themselves to her legs, purring softly. A dark tail of cats followed her up towards the house with light in one window. The rest stayed to finish their meal.

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52 Comments

  1. Great art. My science teacher was a crazy RAT lady. She had over twenty at her house. Several of which seemed to have the run of the house, according to her. Needless to say we didn’t dissect a rat in her class, only Toads. I wonder if there’s a crazy toad lady out there too? Haha

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    1. They’re evil, I tell you. Evil! Haha! The dialogue style was something I tried out in the beginning of this blog, kind of as a challenge to myself, and it just stayed that way. I might try experimenting with different kinds of marks later, but I kind of like doing it like this, makes me have to find other ways to make sure people understand what’s dialogue and what’s not. But of course, it’s a bit more difficult 🙂

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  2. My youngest son had a girlfriend who had cats (or maybe her mother did, I’m not sure) in his last year of high school — and a bit beyond. He got sick to the point I took him to our family doctor (which isn’t something I regularly do, with a cold or flu). I don’t know how the doctor could tell, but he asked about cats and determined that the illness had to do with the cats. He asked my son if he’d thought about finding a different girlfriend. He hadn’t, but he got treated and later did discover she was a little off. I wonder whether he wouldn’t have been able to fully notice she was “off” if he hadn’t been treated. (I’m not trying to be negative about cat lovers. I like cats… but haven’t had any for many years.) Parasites are gross.

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    1. Especially the mind controlling ones 😀 There seem to be a lot of them in nature, too. One makes fish stupid and swim in the surface for birds to catch them. Then the parasite reproduses in the bird, and goes back to the water the natural way, and so on.

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  3. I am a Cat Lady though not so terrible ;)….I have three cats but they are rather mild. Great story! No one should mess with the cats ;). By the way, Haruki Murakami’s stories and novels are full of cats and he even has a story about a city of cats. I think you would like his writings. I’m looking forward for more stories!

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    1. Thanks for the tip! I’ll check him out, sounds interesting. Cat’s are amazing creatures indeed, so mysterious, agile and intelligent. They say they where actually the ones to tame us, not the other way around 🙂

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      1. I can vouch for that , I assure you ;). They have tamed us into offering them any place they want, to feed them first in the morning, to give them attention whenever they want and so on ;). They say that cats are the masters of humans and not the other way round.

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