The Story Series-George and Gracie
Posted by Kirk M on 15 Jan 2008 | Tagged as: 1st Writings
Once, back in a much different time of my life, there were two kittens born to my ornery old female cat who went by the name of Popcorn (don’t ask, it’s a whole different story). And there came a time when the newborn kittens were just mobile enough to poke their newborn faces above their momma’s belly. One of them (the male) looked so much like a caricature of George Burns the only thing I could do is name him accordingly. Now that I had named the male I had no choice as to what to name the other kitten so George’s sister became Gracie…of course.
About 3 month’s later, shortly before supper time, I came into the bedroom in time to see Gracie on the bed and George on the window sill to the left of the bed, chasing a fly that was caught between the sash and the storm window and I just had to write it down…
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George and Gracie
A fly buzzed around the bedroom window.
“What are you doing”, the young female asked her brother as she watched him frolicking on the window sill.
“There’s something on the curtain, “he said, “See it? It’s moving but it’s like flat or something”. He jumped at the small shadow on the curtain only to miss once again. “Ooooohhhh, what is it anyway”?
His sister turned over on the bed, stretching and yawning, rolled back over and looked patiently at her brother. “There’s a fly on the window stupid, that’s its shadow you’re chasing”.
“Is not,” he said, pouncing onto his sister and then back to the window sill before she had a chance to retaliate, “it’s right here on the curtain, I mean you can see it right”?
At this point a very large paw came down and scooped up the young male, turned him around and stuck his nose on the glass where the fly was caught in between the windows.
“Chasing shadows again George? I thought you were brighter than that.” The young male immediately knew who it was by the smell and he turned around, blinking his eyes in greeting at the very funny looking cat that had picked him up. “Hey, its Mister sis, why didn’t you tell me he was comin’ up behind me”?
“You’ve got to learn to pay more attention”, she said, lazily pawing at a piece of loose fluff on the blanket, “otherwise something other than Mister might sneak up on you some day and it might not be as nice as Mister is”
“Oh sure,” he sneered at his sister, “just like you always know when Missus is gonna scoop you off the ground and rub your fur the wrong way.” The young male turned back to the window and saw the fly. “Aw cool, open the window Mister, so I can get him”.
“He can’t understand you, you furbrain, you know that”, she scolded as she jumped over to the window sill, “they don’t talk like we do”.
“Sometimes he does,” her brother said as he was gently put back down on the sill, “it’s like they only listen only part of the time like something is kinda’ turned off that should’ve been turned on, ya know”?
“It is weird”, she said, turning to look thoughtfully at Mister, “but it’s okay, they’re both real nice and besides, momma said we were born next to Missus and momma don’t like anybody ‘cept Mister”. The young female jumped at the sound of the window as it was opened to give her brother a better chance at the fly.
“See,” her brother said, “I told you he listened sometimes.” He pounced at the fly, managing to get his head caught between the windows for a short but furious moment of time before falling to the floor.
“You’re hopeless,” she sighed as she peered over the edge of the sill, slipping off in the process and falling on her brother.
“Yeah sure”, he said rolling her over on her back and lightly chewing on her face, “and you’re the most graceful thing I’ve ever seen”.
With that they wrestled their way across the floor, through a patch of late afternoon sunlight and out the bedroom door.
Up on the window, the fly continued to buzz around contentedly until it found a slight space where the two storm windows didn’t quite come together, squirmed through and flew happily off into the early evening sky.
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