My Furry Fiend (100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups, August 2012)

This week’s prompt from 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups was the last in the Olympic theme, and was the word Legacy.


No cat, no house.  Aunt Renee’s will was clear.

And I needed the house.

I thought I could wait the cat out.  He’d been old when I was young, couldn’t last much longer.

But as time went by, and I grew frailer, Fluffy seemed to get younger, fatter, more … well, menacing

My son … and heir … sits beside me, stroking my hands.  He’s promising to take care of Fluffy.

I try to tell him – Fluffy will take care of you.  Like he did with me.

But I can’t speak.  And Fluffy is lying there…watching me.

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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16 Responses to My Furry Fiend (100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups, August 2012)

  1. sjbwriting says:

    Oooooh sinister! I enjoyed this. Hope somebody manages to cotton on to Fluffy before too long.


  2. Mayumi-H says:

    You always do haunting so well, Sandra. Creepy and terrifying, as any good cat-horror story should be!


  3. sinosheila says:

    Fluffy – priceless!! Thanks for making me laugh


  4. Delft says:

    Cats are much to aloof to be menacing. But if there was a menacing cat, his name would definitely be Fluffy! Great photo too.


  5. oh Gosh fluffy isn’t so fluffy, you captured sinister very well! Well done!

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  6. Gilly Gee says:

    Wise cat!
    I love it 🙂


  7. I read a (presumably true) news story sometime in the past year about a cat at a hospice, who always seemed to turn up in the room of whoever was about to die, and sit patiently until everything was over – then on to the next doomed person. Now, that’s creepy! Fluffy sounds like he came from the same litter.


  8. Sandra says:

    Yes I read that one too; imagine your feelings when he wanders into your room!


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