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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.

bike road trip – day 2

Route: Dairy Plains to Kingston (Middleton) via Oatlands (small detour off highway).

Weather: wet wet and more wet with wind thrown in for good measure.

Distance and time: 300km and 4.5hrs – leaving 11am arriving home 3.30om.

Stops: Oatlands for lunch, 1 hr.

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Day two started ominously, with rain and a temperature that would be more inducive to log fires, movies and not going out on motorcycle. But we had to leave and it was what it was.
The evening before my brother in law and hubby took the bike out for a spin and hubby returned with an interesting comment. He said he now has a new respect for me as a pillion and I do well to hang on and handle the way he corners. He has never been a pillion before so it was good for him to see what it’s like. He has said he likes how I ride, as he often has to touch my leg to make sure I’m still there. 😉

Before we left, we checked out their dairy and all the cows. Donning my waterproof bike pants, boots and a hi-vis jacket (all jackets used were hi-vis) and off we went to feed the bobbies. The baby boy calves that are good for a about 5 days before the truck comes to take them off to slaughter. Veal being the result. Because the calves are taken straight from their parents mother we have to teach them how to feed. This means man handling them a bit. Straddling them, dipping hands into the hot milk in the feeder, putting your fingers into their mouths and hoping they start sucking to them get them on the teat at the feeder. Some of them are stubborn buggers and took a bit to get going, others were quite easy going. And, as silly little boys do, there was pushing and shoving along the way.
There was one sick calf, and as is the way on a farm, and especially in business, it had to be put down. Not a nice sight, but such is the circle of life.

Another coffee at the house and sorting our gear, putting everything into plastic bags for added protection we got ready to head home.
Just before 11 we suited up, hubby started the bike and with an extra pair of gloves on I climbed aboard.
What can I say. It was cold and wet, and the highway was busy.
I was warm enough for the first hour and then the gloves become over saturated with water (better than mine, but not totally waterproof), my bum was becoming increasingly numb. I couldn’t move without it hurting and I was getting cold. Hubby was intent on getting back to Hobart as quickly as possible, and so was I but there is only so much I can take before something gives.
By the time Oatlands was coming into view I was a wreck and made very pointed gestures that i wanted to pull over and NOW. Once we stopped. I actually couldn’t get off. It took a bit and I tried stripping things off as quickly as in could in between tears of frustration and sinking into the bench outside the public loos.
Hubby found the bakery and I was not getting back on the bike so I walked down the street.
We were going to eat outside under the verandah but after needing to go inside to order, we snavelled a table by the fire and put out gloves to warm and dry a little. Thawing out quite nicely we took an hour for lunch then back out into the cold. The weather had not let up at all.

The rest of the trip was a blur of cars, rain and the spray from passing trucks headed the other way.
Into Hobart and out the other side to collect my car. I have never been so happy to see my car. As it was still raining I had to strip pants and boots off in the car, (just a bit awkward) then remembered my other shoes were in the boot so I drove home in socks with the heater at a cosy 24C.

More hot drinks and hogging of the heater to warm up while my boys cooked dinner.
I enjoy going away and I love coming home, but I’ve not loved coming home so much as I did this time. I may grumble about it but I did enjoy the ride, the trip and what we did.
Next time we do a trip with weather remotely like this the bike will have a gel seat (designed for comfort and long trips) and we will both be in full winter/waterproof bike gear.

Jen 🙂

bike road trip – day 1

Route: (Middleton) Hobart to Dairy Plains via the East Coast (Swansea, Bicheno, St Helens) Derby and Launceston.

Weather: typical Tasmanian Spring. Sunshine, wind, drizzle.

Distance and time: 531 km, 9+ hrs -leaving home 7am, arrive 4.30 pm.

Stops: Kingston, 15mins; Sorell, 30mins breakfast; Triabunna, 15mins; Swansea, 15mins; St Helens,1 hour lunch; Derby, 15mins; Scottsdale, 10mins petrol; Launceston, 15mins; Dairy PLains.

The day started well, out the door by 7, right on time, as I drove the loan car back to the body works and dressed for bike riding there. We were early enough to not be caught in the full onslaught of peak hour traffic and stopped for breakfast at Sorell, a good half hour out of Hobart. It was drizzling by this stage but as we headed further north and east the sun came out and was fresh but nice when we stopped another hour on at Triabunna. 20130928-134736.jpg The east coast of Tassie is beautiful. Rolling hills of bushland and lush paddocks full of sheep and froliking lambs on one side with the Tasman Sea, Maria Island and Frecynet Peninsula on the other. A perfect bike riding road in between. I was prepared to take lots of pictures, and hubby was happy to stop anytime I wanted but with the wind and hazy weather there was nothing that really stood out for me. Plus I was enjoying the ride and the feeling that comes with being out in the open air. There is nothing quite like it. Stopping briefly at Swansea to ease the sore bums, stretch legs and have a drink I snapped off a picture of what the weather was doing, and from then on it become really windy. 20130928-134841.jpg I was ok with it mostly, but its really hard to not overcompensate when taking a corner and having the wind wanting to blow you the other way. I do what i do on a normal corner but needing to push against the wind you don’t want to upset the bike and rider too much. Arriving around 12ish in St Helens we were ready for lunch and decided an easy fish and chips meal was just the thing. As most towns on the water who serve food, there is always a punt/converted fishing boat somewhere close by. I took the scallops while hubby had prawns and we shared a huge fillet of fish (flake for those in the know). 20130928-134947.jpg 20130928-134956.jpg 20130928-135106.jpg The next leg was heading inland towards Derby, an old mining town with a rich Chinese history. (If you take the bridge pictures, and signs along the way as any indication, we chose not to go through the museum this time) The wind did not let up and with road works along the way made the trip interesting but at least it was still sunny. Stopping by the river for a leg break and take a few pictures 20130928-135227.jpg 20130928-135234.jpg we were soon on our way again to Scottsdale for a petrol stop. From Scottsdale there was a range to climb up and over to get into Launceston and that’s where the fun started. We had agreed that maybe the rain would be better than the wind. Well, it pays to be careful what you wish for. It didn’t just rain, it hailed. Oh fun joy. A quick stop for rest rooms and to check the exact location of my sister’s place and we were on our way. Highway riding is pretty boring and in the rain, even more so. A hot coffee to warm the hands, clean socks and hogging the heater helped to thaw us out. And that was day 1.

Update. I forgot the maps.
Hobart to St Helens.

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St Helens to Derby.

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Derby to Dairy Plains via Launceston

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Alfresco Saturday – spring morning

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In typical Tassie fashion,
Winter wants to hang on
But spring is peeking through.
Windy, sunny and a little bit of rain.

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Raindrops keep falling on my head

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