Sunday, May 17, 2009

T.O.C.A.T.Y.M.

The Old Cat and The Young Mouse
Bevie James

Part 1: THEY MEET

He padded quickly to his place in the sun. It as a small, allowing for only a little sun for a little while, but it meant peace and quiet and comfort. He liked comfort. Always had.

There had been a time when he might have spent this part of the day searching for something to do. Some mischief to get into. Some sport to play. That wa
s a long time ago. And yet, sometimes it seemed like yesterday.

That was the trouble with getting old. Memories. They
filled his mind. Some were happy and joyful. Others less so. Even sad. And on certain days, even the happy memories brought only grief over what was no more.

Once he had been young. He had been a lion in his house. He had tossed his energy about like it would last forever. Now he would be glad to have even a portion back. His muscles ached. He felt tired most of the time. And instead of companionship he sought solitude. The others weren’t interested in his memories. The
y were too busy making their own.

He lay down, wrapping his tail neatly around his bottom and laying his head down on his paws. This wasn’t his sleeping pose. It was his nostalgic one. He would let his thoughts drift now and remember the days when he was young. But what was that noise?

* * *

She scurried quickly down the dark tunnel toward the light. Reaching the opening she paused only long enough to see if she was being pursued. Nothing. No. She could hear them. They were talking about her. They knew she’d gone this way.

Without checking to see if it was safe she burst into the light, intent on putting distance between herself and the
opening. If she remembered correctly, there was another opening on the far side of the room. If she could only get there they might leave her alone.

It wasn’t so much that she was afraid of any one of those who chased her. It was that there wasn’t just one chasing her. There were about a dozen. And much as she hated to admit it, even she couldn’t take on a dozen at once. Maybe her father was right; she should just resign herself to being a simple mouse with a simple lifestyle. Find a suitable mate and produce a few litters and watch her offspring grow. But that wasn’t the life she wanted. She wanted to know more. The world was a big place. She wanted to explore.

She made her feet work fast as she hurried across the wooden floor. About halfway across she paused to venture a look back. Sure enough, there was Feedle, stopped at the opening. A nose was trying to poke past him. Most likely Tisser. The two mice looked scared. Then they disappeared.


As she suspected, they were afraid to leave the safety of the wall during daylight. She was safe. Turning slowly to finish her trek across the room she suddenly saw the real reason for Feedle and Tisser’s concern. A cat. A big one.


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2 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

I like this story. I like the voice of the Mouse in her opening paragraph. She sounds little and breathless.

Bevie said...

What will help make this story work is what I read just this morning. Not all mice have the ability to smell cats. And when a mouse cannot smell a cat, it will not be afraid of it. And when a mouse is not afraid, it does not produce the fear scent which cats can smell. And if the cat smells no fear scent, it will not consider the mouse food. They've done research on this. Even seeing the mouse will not inspire the cat to kill it.

The idea, of course, is that these two become fast friends, each providing the other with something they would not otherwise have.

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