The Confrintation

She slowly crawled into the room she could feel the sweat dripping down her neck. The hair on her arm stood straight in the air. She knew he wasn’t far behind. She listened for his footsteps in the outside corridor. She prepared her self for their final confrontation. She stuck a small knife in the boot of her shoe. She stripped down to her tank top and jean shorts. She stuck a small handgun in the back of her pants. She tightly gripped a baseball bat her profusely sweating hands. She was ready. She would take no more. She prepared her self for the last meeting. She heard his footsteps nearing her door. She felt a lump in her thought as he began to knock. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her beating heart. Slowly she opened the door. It creaked as she did so adding tension to the already morbid sitiuation. She starred at him for a second d he penitrating green eyes burning right through her. He spoke but a single sentence. “So you ready for our date?!”

The Cat Who Came for Dinner. (And stayed forever!)

Allow me to introduce myself. I am a 40-year-old bachelor who just recently finished time at local Christian college. I obviously live off campus and as a result young ladies tend to drop a cat or kittens off in my apartment. I am a sucker for a pretty face and I have owned three cats in my lifetime. I am good therefore with the feline species. I am knowledgeable in cat savoir-faire. Oh yea, I am stupid, gullible, and cannot say no to a lovley young lady to save my life. I am not sure there is any man who can. So here I am a 40-year-old man with a cat in my possession. She has belonged to me for nearly a year now. She has a place in my heart, a spot on my bed, a made a hole in my wallet. Nevertheless she is a part of me. I speak of her whenever I leave the house. Each morning I try to “sell her” to the coffee house girls I see in my backyard. I pretend to complain about her, try to pan her off on anyone who will listen, but the truth is she is mine to keep. I wake up each morning with a cat curled up beside me and know that she has won my heart. I just wish I knew a way to keep her from following into the bathroom, or prevent her from watching me as I take a bath. Her given name is Nakita. She answers more often to “Dipstick” however. Either way I love her. She can often be found on or around my bed each night, and is always there to proof read EVERYTHING that comes out of my printer. Her favorite activity is jumping into whatever chair I want to sit in a few seconds before I get there. When I pick her up and move her to another location she pretends to get angry and hides in a paper grocery bag in the corner of the room. She then jumps out of the bag as I walk by and grabs my ankles with her paws. I call them ‘ankle hugs’! Her tail is active as she does so I know she loves me.