Moon Cat (unfinished)
written by Ash Wolfsone
Every night, at exactly 11.59 pm, she - it - would appear. It would be gone by midnight. But I never expected it to share secrets. . . If everything goes to plan, I will update this every few days (if I have extra time, maybe daily!) All reviews are invited :P
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
7
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693
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Chapter 5
The quaint little village of Ambrook was only a ten minute drive away from our city, but like a whole new world in comparison. All of the buildings were either villages or corner stores. I had been to Grandma's house countless times before, but now she wasn't in it, it was quiet and empty. The character was there in the furniture, but not in the inhabitants. Grandma Norris had had her cottage decorated years ago, with lilac painted walls in every room except the kitchen and bathroom, and the same soft purple velvet for the sofa, beds and pillows.
I discovered, as I walked around the silent room, that life was tailor-made for Grandma's three cats here at her old house. Rather tall cat climbers were in the corners of almost every room; images of each cat, mostly focused on Pearl and Samphire, hung in pretty frames on all four living-room walls; and a little peep under the blankets covering the sofas revealed scratches, covered and forgotten about.
I used to love the house, since coming here meant seeing Grandma Norris, but I was a little choked up as I wandered around. What would Grandma say to me if she knew I was inheriting her house?
Suddenly, a tiny voice in my head whispered to me, the voice of Grandma. "I think I would say something along the lines of, take good care of it. Look after my kitties. And never forget me."
I sniffed, a bit too loudly, and nodded. I promise I will never, ever forget you, Grandma Norris, I swore to myself. How could I? I will keep you in these walls forever.
A huge, whiny MEOW jolted me from my thoughts. The cats had been following me the whole time, and were probably hungry. I poured them some food, brought in the last of my boxes from the boot of my car, and spent the rest of the day unpacking my possessions, but moved not one piece of furniture. Everything must stay how Grandma wanted it, I told myself, again and again. The day flew by. Once I had finished, and ordered a quick takeaway, I went almost straight to bed, feeling weary after a day of unpacking.
As I lied in bed quietly, thinking things over, I imagined how this had been Grandma's bed once. Of course, I had a new duvet, and all the bedcovers I had washed, but I pondered how Grandma must have laid here and thought too. Then I remembered this was the bed where Grandma and Fishi had both died, and shot out of the bed. A chill ran through my spine, cold and uncomfortable. I couldn't see the warm and inviting bed the same way, not now I knew it was the death site of my own Grandma Norris.
Suddenly, a large breeze gusted through the ajar window, and I was chilled to the bone. I went to shut the window, but something caught my eye, an eerie shape sitting in the tree.
A cat.
Suddenly, the alarm clock by my bed beeped midnight, and I jumped out of my skin. The shape in the tree stood up, walked to the end of the branch, and disappeared.
DISAPPEARED!
This is stupid, this is stupid, you're dreaming Ginger Lee, go back to bed! For once I didn't even flinch at the use of my stupid full name, just stumbled back into the bed and pulled the covers over my head, deeply inhaling the soft scent of lemon grass. I soon calmed down, told myself I was dreaming again, or just seeing things, and went back to sleep as easily as the cat had dissolved into the air.
I discovered, as I walked around the silent room, that life was tailor-made for Grandma's three cats here at her old house. Rather tall cat climbers were in the corners of almost every room; images of each cat, mostly focused on Pearl and Samphire, hung in pretty frames on all four living-room walls; and a little peep under the blankets covering the sofas revealed scratches, covered and forgotten about.
I used to love the house, since coming here meant seeing Grandma Norris, but I was a little choked up as I wandered around. What would Grandma say to me if she knew I was inheriting her house?
Suddenly, a tiny voice in my head whispered to me, the voice of Grandma. "I think I would say something along the lines of, take good care of it. Look after my kitties. And never forget me."
I sniffed, a bit too loudly, and nodded. I promise I will never, ever forget you, Grandma Norris, I swore to myself. How could I? I will keep you in these walls forever.
A huge, whiny MEOW jolted me from my thoughts. The cats had been following me the whole time, and were probably hungry. I poured them some food, brought in the last of my boxes from the boot of my car, and spent the rest of the day unpacking my possessions, but moved not one piece of furniture. Everything must stay how Grandma wanted it, I told myself, again and again. The day flew by. Once I had finished, and ordered a quick takeaway, I went almost straight to bed, feeling weary after a day of unpacking.
As I lied in bed quietly, thinking things over, I imagined how this had been Grandma's bed once. Of course, I had a new duvet, and all the bedcovers I had washed, but I pondered how Grandma must have laid here and thought too. Then I remembered this was the bed where Grandma and Fishi had both died, and shot out of the bed. A chill ran through my spine, cold and uncomfortable. I couldn't see the warm and inviting bed the same way, not now I knew it was the death site of my own Grandma Norris.
Suddenly, a large breeze gusted through the ajar window, and I was chilled to the bone. I went to shut the window, but something caught my eye, an eerie shape sitting in the tree.
A cat.
Suddenly, the alarm clock by my bed beeped midnight, and I jumped out of my skin. The shape in the tree stood up, walked to the end of the branch, and disappeared.
DISAPPEARED!
This is stupid, this is stupid, you're dreaming Ginger Lee, go back to bed! For once I didn't even flinch at the use of my stupid full name, just stumbled back into the bed and pulled the covers over my head, deeply inhaling the soft scent of lemon grass. I soon calmed down, told myself I was dreaming again, or just seeing things, and went back to sleep as easily as the cat had dissolved into the air.
