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Sunday Short Story – The Cat

This week’s story brought to you by the photo below from AC Flory (check out her blog here).
This one took on a life of it’s own, I’m sorry, your cat turned nasty. This is not an indication of my preference for dogs. It’s all in the eyes here.
I’m not sure if writing in first person worked, as it changed to third person at the end.. let me know please.
Enjoy.

pippi and the pool

I lay by the pool, the air warm against my skin, even though the sun was hidden by the storm clouds brewing. It was hard to breathe, the humidity filled your mouth with a heaviness rather than the welcome coolness of the post rain air. I looked up as movement caught my eye and was surprised to see the cat outside. It never came out. Especially on days like this. It was like a girl with frizzy hair. It’s fur just went mad, and it ran around like a lunatic.
Reaching for my drink and forgetting the cats weirdness I continued reading my book. I was at just the right placed and hoped I could finish it before the rain came and I had to move. The cat meowed, a strange noise, and I glanced in its direction then back at my book. What!? I looked again, it’s eyes were glowing and staring intently at me. Creepy, I thought, and turned around in the chair. More meowing, and then the scratching.. Stupid cat, what’s it doing now. And why is it sitting next to the pool. Cats hate the water, this one more than the usual furball.
Ok, I’m not a cat lover, they just rub me up the wrong way. As if they know something. This one though, seems to love me more than the average cat. Obsessively so. Ever since I moved in with my crazy aunt the cat has not left my side. I avoid it where possible, but am ever aware it is just there.
Half an hour passes before the weirdest thing happens. The sky goes from storm looking to absolute black, nasty clouds, but it was still light and daytime. Big fat raindrops went plink and plonk onto the deck and soaked my book in no time at all. Hearing a sudden roar I looked up to see some kind of whirlwind cloud above the house, and the creepy shadow of a person on the roof. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out, it was like I was in a dream, stuck, knowing something bad was going to happen, but powerless to do anything. Turning, I see the cat had risen on its hind legs and it’s face had become some kind of devil creature, hissing and spitting. As if it senses me looking, it turns and slowly advances towards me. Knowing I shouldn’t, but unable to change direction, I walk backwards, not taking my eyes off the creature. That is no longer a cat. A noise, strange howling, from the house halts it’s progression, but I am powerless to move, despite having the perfect the opportunity. Just as quickly, the noise stops and the I am again faced with the hideousness in front of me.
I stumble backwards as it pounces, like I’m a mouse or something it wants to eat (really? This is now I die, being eaten by some hideous cat-like creature) and there is is one thing on my mind as I sink under the water for the last time……

“Muuuuuuuuummmm” the scream makes me jump, and I realise I’ve fallen asleep, my book on the ground where I dropped it.
I look around, the sun is still shining, a few clouds making shadows on the pool, and the biggest one, my son standing over me with a puzzled look on his face. “Are you having nightmares again mum?”
“It’s day time, they’re day mares” I mumble as I shake my head to try and rid it of the heavy feeling still lurking there. “And what did you want, is your sister smashing your Lego again. What’s behind your back, what are you hiding?”
“Oh, nothing, let’s go for a swim, and Lily is sleeping, no need to worry about her”
I stand, and stretch, and realise I am somewhat sunburnt, shit, that’s going to hurt tomorrow. As I turn to take a dive into the pool I notice several things at once. My son has this strange look on his face, our cat has wandered outside and is siting right on the edge of the pool, and Lily, at 2 years old is standing inside the locked pool fence, watching. I take a step forward and there is a flurry of movement, the cat, my kids and something connects with my head. The last thing I see as I sink beneath the water are the shadowy ghost like creatures above me

The police found my body two days later. It was in all the papers. “Single lady, drowned in her pool under mysterious circumstances, with an unusual wound on her head. Another victim of the house it seems. Her cat was nowhere to be found, but there was evidence of children’s clothes and toys through out out the house despite none having lived there for 60+ years, when the trouble first began”

Jen.

I will make these adjustments to the original post (The Snow) but the picture for that one came from The Professor, over here.

Good food, good company…. (Christmas Feast on a summers day)

Here I sit, (in my pjs) in typical post Christmas Day fashion, not really hungry but nibbling none the less. I have a plate of prawns and a cheese platter, maybe a coffee soon as it’s a bit chilly now after a totally gorgeous day.
If there was a plan, it all went accordingly, and us women didn’t have to do the mountainous pile of dishes (thanks guys :-), it’s days like this I wish I had a dishwasher, although there is no conversation when that happens)
Starting at 8 I headed out to set up the hall for tomorrow’s market – there was no way after a few drinks, or the way these lazy days pan out that I would have done it this afternoon – and arriving back at 9 started the whole preparation caper.
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The boys had the outside job of getting the eating space ready.
Again, it went according to whatever plan wasn’t in place, and about 12.30 we set the table for lunch.
What a feast! Lined up along the table it was something special. Made me think again of those of you in the northern hemisphere and having a winter Christmas, and how it is all so different. After snapping the obligatory photos we settled down for the consumption part of the meal.
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Remember yesterday’s post about the ice cream cake? It went down a treat, everyone loved it and I got requests to make it again – by mr 9 no less, and no surprise there. Non-sober trifle and fresh raspberries and strawberries rounded out dessert.
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At some point, around 4ish, we found the coffee pot with cake and my little white Christmas treats.
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In all this time the under kids flitted in and out and around, eating not much at all, playing on the tyre swing hubby rigged up and testing out the bike jump. This started early with people being jumped over. My dad even got on the bmx and took a spin over it, without the jumping.
The day started and ended beautifully, the sun was out, but not too hot or windy. The sort of day I bring out the “good food, good company, good day!” Mantra.

So Christmas part one is over, part two will be on Wednesday with a completely different type of Christmas meal. And that is cool.
What do you do for Christmas lunch or dinner?

So many moves, so little time. Apparently.

I’ve been tidying those annoying boxes of miscellaneous papers and rubbish and found a small sheet with a column of abbreviations down the left hand side. To most people it would just be a weird collection of letters, to me, I knew instantly what it was.
A list of the places we have lived.
And it’s scary.
Hubby and I skipped the whole share house (kind of) thing of living with friends for several years before finally moving in together.
We jumped straight in, at 18, to co-habit with another couple. Granted that didn’t last long and were soon living in their own place.

The list shows 17 places over the course of around 22 years.
Thirteen of those with kids. Slowly gaining a new child every couple of houses.

We moved out of house #4 while I was pregnant with #1.
So the nearly 17yr old has lived in 13 houses. (And been to too many schools).
Number 2 came along at house #9.
Son number 3 arrived at house #11 ( our second time here, and my third. It was the house I grew up in).

Eight years and five houses later we are back in Tassie and in house #17.

While I am competent and organised when it comes to packing and moving houses, I am really not wanting to move again. Although into a house we are actually buying would be ideal. And by then I might say stuff it and get the removalists.
This may come as no surprise, I don’t mind moving, the hunt for the house and then the fun, yes, fun, of moving in (even with kids) is almost addictive.

So just how many schools does that mean..
Lets see. I went to two. K-10 and then college. Hubby has a whole list.
Mr 16 has attended 9, including this years.
Mr 14, 6 and Mr 9, 2.
Lucky Mr 9 will have the least as he is now in the same school I went to, and has 7 more years here before he leaves gr 10.

All of us have attended the same school at some stage.
The local school at Woodbridge goes from kindergarten, ages 4-5 through to Grade 10.
I spent my entire school life here, second home and all that.
Hubby spent a couple of years here in early high school – little did we each know at the time – and both the older boys spent time here before we moved to Queensland.

I am really happy that they all spent some time here together before anyone moved. It was lovely to get school photos and see the three of them, just like the photos of my siblings and I…
I was like coming back home, in more ways than one. So many familiar faces and my Gr 5 teacher was still there. He retired and left shortly after we arrived… Hmm, coincidence…??

So it brings me to the end of my Sunday reminiscing, I shall head off to check out the super moon, and then getting everyone ready for the start of the school week again.

Now many houses have you lived in, or schools gone to?
Jen 🙂

Normal viewing has resumed….

Well kind of.
After my sick days and having to resort to tea drinking – much to the delight of one of my readers – I can happily say that I am fine and back to my caffeine-induced madness. Actually, I already was mad, caffeine just makes me better at it.

Life still goes on, there is cleaning and cooking, driving the kids around – when they stop driving me round (the bend), making, creating, being arty with a camera, laughing, crying, scream and shout (ing). After all, a daily dose of being told off is good for soul building. Ok, I’m just kidding about that bit. The kids aren’t that bad.

Aside from that, nothing. Zip, nada, nil. Empty head (say it, go on, I’ve heard it all before).
I do have a little project though for when it gets a sunnier. When it’s not raining. Ha, like thats going to happen, it’s winter here.

I hope this finds you all – tea and coffee drinkers alike – well, healthy and happy. If not, then I send virtual hugs your way, and a big smile with a corny joke or two.

Jen 🙂

When I saw this I thought of the Foo Fighters song ‘long road to ruin’ for some reason which has nothing at all to do with this post or the picture,

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Rev heads paradise

It’s that time of year again.
Targa. (See last years post here)
We packed up the kids (+1 extra) and dog, (lordy I love him, he was so well behaved, sitting quietly and not phased at all by the cars) taking two cars to Woodbridge to see the start of the today’s time trials over Woodbridge Hill. Thankfully they started on time this year and we were out by 11.
I may love my muscle cars, but a Lamborghini never fails to impress.
I had moved to get a better perspective of the cars and got talking to an old dude. He commented on how big my camera battery was and we ended up discussing the pros and cons of the whole digital thing. It makes us lazy to an extent. We take less care with each picture as we can just delete what we don’t like, if you have a film you pay more attention to what you are doing as there are only so many pictures you can take. I told him I usually delete up to half the pictures I take for one reason or another (chopped off heads/scenery, missed the action, out of focus…..).
I took 85 photos, of which 24 were no good and deleted.
There are now 61 left, which includes one or two family shots. Which leaves me with decisions on which 10 or so to show you. Snap happy and wasteful maybe, the benefits of digital may have made me lazy, but I find I am more inclined to try new things, and play around if I know I can just delete the bad ones.

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And just for fun…

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(As I finish this post Mr 16 is letting out his inner rev head on the xbox… coincidence, I think not)

Have a racing good day 🙂
Jennifer