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Whole Lot Of Trouble ( 2 )

16 Friday Feb 2018

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cats, christmas, christmas tree, family, help, kitten, mice, trouble

In part one I introduced you to a nine year old boy named Billy Faulkner who coming home from school one day came across an abandoned kitten.

He immediately fell in love with that ball of fluff and took it home.

But Billy soon found out that looking after a kitten isn’t easy.

First the kitten was sick all over Billy’s bed sheets so Billy waited until his mother had gone to bed.

Then he took the sheets into the laundry and put them into the washing machine where the kitten bumped a one pound box of soap into the washer.

And in the morning Billy was confronted by an angry mother and a house full of suds.

He couldn’t see his mom but he sure could hear her ‘What have you done this time mister you are grounded for a month,now go back into your room and think about what you have done while I clean up this mess’

The kitten follows Billy oblivious to the trouble that  he has caused and with a meow he knows that there is more trouble to come.

He has only just started.

Part Two

It is the first of December and Billy is helping his mom put up the Christmas tree.

While they erect the tree branch by branch bauble by bauble trouble the kitten watches proceedings from a safe distance.

Once all of the decorations are carefully arranged and about a thousand lights are draped from every branch of the tree.

Billy’s mom plugs in the lights and turns them on.

Well the kitten goes completely ballistic running around the room like a headless chicken until it finally takes off down to the safety of the basement.

Billy and his mom are in stitches as they watch the kitten disappear.

But they soon recover and settle down to watch some TV while stealing glances at the shiny big tree.

A while later trouble builds up the nerve to enter the living room where it sits on the floor next to Billy looking at the alien in the room with a mixture of fear and complete bafflement.

He sits there for over twenty minutes waiting for the right time to spring an attack.

Then he gets up onto his haunches and springs into action.

He lands halfway up the tree where he soon finds out that he has bitten more than he can chew.

Trouble scrambles to the top of the tree and hangs on for grim death.

He wriggles his tail around trying to get a better hold where it becomes tangles around a dozen or more Christmas lights.

Trouble starts to panic and he bites at the cable holding the lights.

Well a shower of sparks fill the room and all the lights go out and Billy and his mom watch in amazement as a little furry comet flies across the room.

A week later after a visit to the vet Trouble is given the all clear and Billy takes the kitten back home.

He looks at the singed and sad kitten’Dont worry Trouble the vet said that your fur will grow back in a month or so’

‘Hey maybe I should have called you Smokey?’ Billy laugh’s until it hurts.

Trouble the kitten doesn’t see the funny side and with as much dignity as he can muster slowly leaves the room.

Trouble quickly recovers from his injuries and once more he is doing what cats do.

That is getting into trouble and hunting for it’s prey.

First he wanders down to his favourite room in the house the basement.

Here he has lots of room to run around plus the room is also full of mice.

And over the next three hours he catches about mice.

Where one by one he carries those rodents up to his masters mothers room.

And with great dexterity he arranges his kill around her pillow.

At 4 06 exactly the whole neighbourhood wakes to an almighty screech.

Is someone being attacked?

Have the little green men from Mars finally attacked?

Billy wakes with fright but soon realises that the sound is coming from his mom’s room so he jumps out of bed and races to the scene of the crime.

God it sounds like ma is giving birth to a baby hippo’

Billy runs into his moms room to find a shit load of mice scattered around the room

And a proud kitten standing in the corner.

‘Billy that cat has got to go it almost give me a heart attack,that cat is nothing but trouble’

But mom he is only showing you how much he likes you’

‘The mice were a present’

Sorry Billy but first thing in the morning that kitten is going to the pound’

‘You can get another pet.how about a goldfish or a hampster or maybe one of those nice pet rocks?’

But mommy I want to keep my kitty,please please one last chance?’

Sorry Billy but my nerves can only take so much”

Billy picks up his kitten and runs back to his room in distress.

He knows all about the pound Trouble will go there and after a while he will get the needle.

Go to sleep and never wake up.

Billy will never let that happen so he paces around his room trying to think of a way to convince his mom to let him keep Trouble.

And soon a cunning plan enters his brain.

He picks up Troubles food and water bowls opens his bedroom door to check that the coast is clear.

Then he creeps down to the basement with Trouble hot on his heels.

He sits on the floor cradling his kitten in his lap ‘OK Trouble you will have to stay down here for a while until mom comes around’

Trouble senses his masters sorrow and meows in sadness and after a few minutes Billy hugs his kitten and tells him to lay low and stay out of trouble

Then he goes  back to his bedroom and opens the window.

In the morning  Billy enters the kitchen where his mom is preparing breakfast.

Mom Trouble escaped last night I think he must of jumped out my window and run off into the fields’

Billy looks all sad and he even manages a tear or two.

His mom gives him a skepical look but soon realises that her son is crying ‘Oh Billy it is for the best,Trouble will be wild and free and who knows maybe he will find his family”

Billy nods and produces a few more crocodile tears.

Over the following days and weeks Billy plays with Trouble when his mom is out shopping or at work.

But that all changed on the night of 2nd February.

It started out as any other day Billy had come home from school he had a snack then went down to the basement to visit Trouble.

A couple of hours later his mom came home from work carrying a huge bucket of KFC.

Billy and his mom sit on the couch with the bucket of chicken between them as they watch the Simpsons on the tube.

Billys mom has had nothing to eat all day and she is swallowing way too fast and soon a bone gets lodged in her throat.

Meanwhile down in the basement Trouble is half asleep waiting for his master to bring him some food.

When the smell of fried chicken hits his nostrils.

Up on the family room Billy is running around not knowing what to do.

His moms face has gone from red to a nasty shade of purple.

The situation is getting deadly serious.

Billy calls 911 on his cell phone hoping that they get here real quick.

Trouble is halfway up the stairs when he hears his masters cries for help.

So he takes off like a cheetah chasing down a gazelle.

And right away he notices the female in distress.

Luckily for Billy Trouble knows exactly what to do.

He climbs up the curtain onto a bookcase and without a moments hesitation launches himself into thin air.

Billy is still talking to 911 when he looks up to see trouble flying through the air.

Trouble the first cat in space.

Billys mom is in a really bad way almost at heavens door when Trouble lands on her chest with a thud.

The chicken bone is dislodged from her airways and ricochets around the room

The paramedics soon arrive and after and Billy’s mom is given the all clear.

Billy gives his mom a big hug and welcomes her back to the land of the living.

Then they both look over to Trouble the hero and saviour.

But Trouble is oblivious to all the attention.

He is way to busy chewing on that pesky chicken bone.

And I get the feeling that he is here to stay.

He isn’t going anywhere.

THE END

Thanks for taking the time to read one of my stories now could you please make a donation to go towards me realizing of dream of becoming a fulltime writer. Thank again Steven.

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Good Little Doggie

12 Friday Feb 2016

Posted by stevenjohnno in poems, stories, Uncategorized

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animal attack, cats, dogs, pets

What a perfect Day.

The Sun is shining the Birds are Chirping

A good Day for a walk in the Park.

So I put on My Baseball Cap and my walking Shoes.

Then I jump in My Car.

After a Twenty Minute Drive I arrive at My Destination.

Sydneys’s Centennial Park.

My favourite spot for some recreation.

And chatting up Chicks.

I just follow the Path taking in all of the sights.

Nodding to my fellow Walkers.

Basking in the Sunshine.

Listening to all of the Birds.

Yes Life doesn’t get any better them this.

Coming towards Me is a young Lady with a Chihauhau

on a Lead.

The Dog is wagging its Tail and its Tongue is hanging out.

It is obviously enjoying its walk.

I they get near Me I reach down to give the Dog a Pat.

‘Good little Doggie’ I say.

The young Lady is startled and says ‘Mister I wouldn’t get

to close to Misty.’

I look at Her and then at the Dog.

It is about the size of a Guinea Pig.

The Chihauhau looked at Me.

And then it started to snarl like a Pit Bull on heat.

It made a sound like a rabid Cujo.

And bared its Teeth like a Wolf.

And before I could react.

It had latched on to Two of My Fingers.

I could feel it chewing and biting through My Skin.

And right into the Bone.

Then those Tow Fingers were bitten right off.

And swallowed on down.

I couldn’t believe this was happening

I was screaming My Lungs out.

And Blood was pouring from My wound.

But Misty the Chihauhau wasn’t finished with Me yet.

It had latched on to My Ankle.

And was biting into My Achilles Tendon.

I was shaking My Leg trying to throw it off.

But it was hanging on for grim death.

And then I heard My Tendon snap.

As I fell to the ground Misty the Chijauhau.

That good little Doggie from Hell

Got hold of My other Ankle

And this time I heard and felt My Tendon snap.

Well I was laying on the ground.

I couldn’t move.

And the young Lady was saying. ‘Mister leave Misty

alone.’

Couldn’t the B arch see all of the Blood?

This isn’t no game.

I couldn’t stand up to escape the Beast.

I was screaming for help

Them Misty that Evil Chihauhau latched onto my Throat.

I started to panic as I felt its Teeth dig in deep

As it shook its Head from side to side.

I felt My Lifes Blood draining away.

And then I felt no more.

I woke up in the Hospital.

Minus Two Fingers and My dignity.

Both of My Tendons have been reattached.

My Throat is sore and swollen.

The Doctors mightn’t be able to talk.

But if I do it will only be a whisper.

But all I can think about.

Is that I have been brought to Deaths door

By a Chihauhau the size of a drowned Rat.

That good little Doggie was possessed.

Just like that Girl in that ‘Exorcist’ Movie.

I press the Button.

And I feel the Morphine relieve the pain.

As the Drug is taking hold.

I look out of the Hospital Window.

And I almost call for a Bedpan

For out in the Carpark is a young Lady with a Dog

A good little Doggie with an attitude problem.

They are both laughing as they look into My Room

I can still hear the snarls.

And I can still feel its Teeth.

And this time I call for the Bedpan.

I was in Hospital for Two Months.

My physical wounds are healing really well.

But My Mental wounds are still a work in progress.

Will they ever heal?

I guess only time will tell.

I was released from the Hospital on a Tuesday Afternoon.

And I have to use a Walking Stick for a while.

A bonus is that the Two Fingers that I lost aren’t on My

dominant Hand.

I wonder if the Owner of that Dog from Hell will have to

stand trial?

And will I have to take the Witness Stand?

After about Six Months I am starting to feel at ease and relaxed.

I haven’t seen the young Lady or that Demonic Dog again.

My Mind is feeling better.

But there still are a few cracks.

And I am actually thinking about getting a Pet.

But it sure as fuck wont be a Dog.

As I think about what sort of Pet to get.

I come to a decision.

I am going to get Myself a Cat.

Or maybe a small Green Tree Frog?

But a Cat it is.

I go and check out My Local Pound.

And right away I spot a cute little Siamese.

A Cat is a lot safer then a deranged Hound.

And the Cat smiles at Me eager to please.

So I name Her Pandora and take Her Home.

But I make sure that 000 is on speed dial on My

Mobile Phone.

Everything at Home is all set up for a Moggy.

Litter Tray plenty of Toys and Cat food.

But Pandora is a fussy eater.

She doesn’t like the Food that I provide.

And She let Me know by Hissing and baring Her Teeth.

I am beginning to think that having a Cat for a Pet.

Might be a bit misguided.

I hope that Pandora doesn’t think that I taste like Beef?

So when I go Shopping I buy Her another brand of Cat Food.

Especially made for fussy eaters.

Made from hand crafted Organic Chicken.

Well Pandora’s Eyes light up.

And She gets in a real mellow Mood.

But then She stops eating so I say Come on Pandora give

it another try’

Well Her Eyes go from Green to stone cold Dead.

She looks at Me like I am a Turkey ready to Baste.

I think it is time little Kitty went to Bed.

Well Pandora has other ideas.

And She springs at Me like a Voodoo Princes on Meth.

I try to lurch back.

But I was nowhere near quick enough.

Then Pandora’s Claws raked My Face.

And I felt My Left Eyeball turn to mush.

I cant believe this is happening again.

Another Animal attack.

I can feel My Eyeball juices running down My Face

And I ring 000 lucky it is on speed dial.

I hold My Hand up to My Eye Socket.

To maybe hold My Eye in place.

And Pandora takes off.

Running a Three minute Mile.

So once again I am on My way to Hospital.

Maybe they will give Me the same Bed

But if they cant do that.

They can give me a Bed for the repeated Victim of

an Animal attack instead.

Well I have lost an Eye.

And I have Thirty Six Stitches up and down My Face.

So now I look like Cyclops

So I stay at Home to avoid the stares.

But the Doctors finally fitted Me with a Prosthetic Eyeball.

And I am still walking with the aide of a Walking Stick.

But I am still breathing.

So I am still alive.

And I would still love to have a Pet.

What sort of Pet should I get?

A Rabbit?

A Guinea Pig?

A Hamster?

Or maybe I will get Myself a Pet Bird.

Or maybe a Fish?

But then I sit back and take stock.

And I go and buy Myself a Pet Rock.

THE END

Thank you for reading one of my stories and if you can please make a donation so i can reach my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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