Our Proud Cat

Black CatWe have a cat
A black cat
A black cat with yellow eyes
He’s an indoor cat

We live in the city
We have a small backyard
With a privacy fence all around
Our neighbors store their trash bins next to our fence

We sometimes let our cat out in our backyard
Our cat is a hunter
He quietly and patiently waits by the fence
Where there are very small gaps

And then he pounces
And brings us a present
That he drops at our feet

How proud he is of his featDirty Rat


This post was inspired by fellow blogger Jim Adams in his post about cats and rats. His post was inspired by RayNotBradbury.

Friday Fictioneers — Monstrosity

img_0332“Oh my God, Henry,” Charlotte said. “I send you out to the garage to get rid of all the junk in there so that both our cars can fit and then come out here to find this monstrosity in our backyard? What is wrong with you?”

“Monstrosity?” Henry objected. “This is a work of art, Charlotte. Look at it! It’s worthy of being displayed at the MOMA, for crissake.”

“I’ll not have your junk sculpture spoiling our backyard,” Charlotte said.

“Fine,” Henry said. “But if I move it back into the garage, there won’t be any room for your car.”

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. photo credit: Ted Strutz

 

 

Other Than That, Though

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Everyone was looking forward to the fun-filled evening. Family and friends would shortly be gathering in the backyard for the annual Halloween bonfire.

Jack had placed a dozen or so chairs around the large, above-ground, metal firepit into which Stephen had stacked the nicely aged logs on top of kindling sticks and easily got the large fire started.

Maureen filled the cooler with ice. Mike tapped the keg. Frank stocked the patio bar with the liquor, various mixers, and the wine.

People started showing up decked out in their colorful and creative Halloween costumes shortly after 9:00 and by around 10:30 there must have been around two dozen revelers filling the yard.

Tommy’s job was to keep the fire blazing, both for warmth and for light. But he’d been drinking heavily since the party started. Maureen was the first to notice that the fire was fading. She looked around for Tommy and finally found him standing by himself nursing a beer and smoking a joint next to the house.

Maureen walked over to Tommy and pointed out that he needed to tend to the fire. He shot her a dirty look for interrupting his solo reverie, but went to the garage to get some more kindling and logs. Unfortunately, there was no kindling left. So he threw half a dozen logs into the wheelbarrow and wheeled them out to the firepit.

He took four of the logs and tossed them haphazardly into the pit. He pulled out his Zippo lighter, flicked the flame on, and tried to get the logs to catch fire. But he couldn’t get the fire going again.

In his state, Tommy probably should have asked one of the others for some help, but he was quite inebriated and stoned, which is why he didn’t. Instead, he figured out a way on his own. He headed back to the garage and found the can of Kingsford Charcoal Lighter Fluid that the family used for the barbecue grill.

Excited, Tommy ran back out to the firepit, opened up the can of lighter fluid, and sprayed it liberally all over the four logs. He then took out his Zippo, flicked on the flame, and touched it against the nearest of the four logs.

The instant the small flame from the lighter pressed up against the lighter-fluid drenched log, the explosion of flames engulfed Tommy.

Other than that, though, it was a good Halloween party.


This post is for this week’s photo prompt from Sue Vincent.