Happy Wednesday! It’s been quite a week. The kids’ concert went well, followed by a busy, exhausting weekend. One painful lesson I learned this week: Stay off social media in the wake of a large event. The arguing, nastiness, and political posturing were more than I could handle.
The other thing I learned this week, far less painful and more amusing: I am officially “old.” I took my teenager shopping at Hot Topic for a birthday gift for his BFF. The only other person in there over age 25 was the other mom shopping with her teenager. At least the employees are very nice and helpful, and there’s plenty of good geeky fandom merchandise (which is why we were there).
Anyway, enough of that. Time for my WIPpet. Since the (ahem) cat is out of the bag, I can post from anywhere in this manuscript without fearing spoilers too much. So I’m going to post about the other cat in this story, an orange tabby with an attitude.
WIPmath: 1/25/2017 = 25th = 2 + 5 = 7 paragraphs.
The cat showed up the day before school started.
It was an orange tabby, strikingly handsome and as cool as you please when he perched on the stoop staring up at the open door with his unblinking green eyes. Micah had only gone to retrieve the mail, but there was the beast. It opened its mouth and offered a meow in greeting.
Amused, Micah replied, “Hello to you too.”
He reached down to see if the cat had a collar and was rewarded with a whap of the cat’s paw. Fortunately, the thing kept its claws retracted. Micah straightened up and crossed his arms, glowering down at the cat.
“No need to be so touchy. Not going to let me see who you belong to, then? Fine. Maybe if I feed you. Wait here.”
He retreated inside the house and went to the kitchen. Inside, he pulled out a bowl and began rooting through the fridge to see if there was anything cat-friendly. The most he found there was last night’s leftover casserole, which didn’t seem appealing for his guest. He finally located a can of tuna in the pantry and dumped the whole thing into the bowl. As he turned around to cart it back to the stoop, he nearly dropped it when the cat leaped up on the counter next to him, purring.
“Holy hell, you scared me,” Micah muttered at him. “Thought I closed the door. Please, feel free to make yourself at home.” He nudged the cat, who jumped off the counter and wound himself around Micah’s leg.
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