Oh Lorraine…….. this opens up so many avenues!
This week, the tapestry to be woven will tell a tale of waking up in someone else’s body. Describe your day in real time as it unfolds.
One of Nine
It felt weird.
He couldn’t co-ordinate his movements, had no sense of balance and an incessant desire to scratch!
Looking down at his hands he saw how hairy they were, then realised it wasn’t hair but fur, and he didn’t have hands, he had paws!
He was curled up on a very comfortable and plush gold cushion in front of the radiator and as he stretched in the luxury, he almost fell off.
Sensing movement in the kitchen, She came into his peripheral vision.
Oh joy! It was his neighbour, the one he’d had the hots for for months, the one who totally ignored him.
‘Morning Handsome,’ she said, and tickled him behind the ear.
Oh, that felt good. He wanted more of that. Oh yeah. He wanted more of Her.
He jumped up on her lap and was not disappointed when she stroked his head as she drank her morning coffee.
‘You’ve got me all to yourself today,’ she said. ‘And I’m going to do everything I can to make you feel better.’
Feel better? he thought. Had he been ill? Or rather, had her cat been ill?
He could recall seeing it yesterday doing its business in his tulip bed and had unkindly lifted it with his boot in mid flow.
Other than a hiss of surprise, he hadn’t hurt it, but when he saw her scurry out to investigate and gather the animal against her ample bosom, he remembered thinking ‘Lucky Cat’.
And now here he was.
He was The Cat, and he was getting Lucky!
Oh boy, he was going to enjoy this, and snuggled closer, kneading his pads against her curvaceous body.
‘Not now, Big Boy,’ she said. ‘We’ve got places to go and things to do first.’
He felt a bit stupid in a collar and lead, even if it was a pretty macho design for a feline. Still, he got to sit in the front of the car and at least he wasn’t in one of those carry all boxes.
After a short ride, she led him inside a modern building, then sat down and waited.
He took it all in, and was just wondering exactly where he was when a young girl came out all smiles and ruffled his neck.
He felt a slight prick then the room started to spin and he flopped inelegantly on to the floor, sadly releasing the contents of his bladder at the same time.
‘That’s OK,’ the girl said. ‘It happens. You can pick him up after two o’clock.’
The woman of his dreams smiled, kissed him on the head and left.