The black cat crouched in the tall weeds, tail twitching,
yellow-gold eyes narrowing as if in deep thought -- watching
as the gray Chevrolet moved past, down the highway into the
distance.
She waited until she could no longer hear the noise from
the car before she moved, silently, stealthily, from her
hiding place.
Only then did the cat turn, eyes focused on the roadway
leading to the farmhouse, to her Home and her People. As she
approached the house, a sense of disquiet came over her. A
restlessness, a vague sense that something had happened
there.
She stopped to consider this strange new feeling
searching her primal instincts for an explanation.
Yes. A strange Person had entered the House, suddenly,
and then there was --A loud, and violent, noise. She had
instinctively fled into the countryside, far away from the
Something happening at her House.
That had been quite some time ago; she had missed a
couple of dinners, and instinct had led her to scavenge at
least twice for field mice.
Now, the cat approached the sunroom door and paused
cautiously.
Her Mistress and the Man were here, after all-- she
smelled their presence. But where? She entered the house
through one of the myriad gaps in the foundation, into the
former porch turned sunroom. She prowled, circled the
room, until she was certain. They were here. Beneath the
Room – She pawed at the floor, crying softly.
But if they were beneath the house -- They were No More.
The cat ceased her frantic pawing, sat back and stared at
the spot.
She lifted her small face to the gentle breeze, and her
keen sense of smell detected Something -- something that her
primitive instinct registered as Death.
Yes, I remembered the Evil thing that had been here; the
Evil thing had taken her People away.
She crouched, pulling herself into a ball, narrowing her
green-gold eyes as she processed the information assaulting
her senses.
A stranger. Loud noise. Escape.
What had happened here was not good. That much she knew.
Her People were No More.
Was this her Gift?
She must go.
The black cat turned away from the House, her Place of
Comfort, and emitted a long cry of anguish before she fled
once more into the sanctuary of the underbrush.