Strays

Walked through an alley before? Sometimes when walking through such a place as an alley can catch you off guard. It's a bit cold. A bit vacant. Never before seen world. How did you get there? And just before you enter, you glimpse to catch the floors, how unkempt it is as old newspapers fly, how the wind makes them circle; dusting the ground like they're playing, as the news of old swirl on the cold ground, cracky surfaces. Cold surfaces. Along the graffitti'd wall a garbage can sits filled with rubbage, old rubbage as well as new. Broken glass, chard bottles show there edges, teeth of glass; beer cans, empty leave a rusty look where rain has gotten to them. It's been a while since someone's come through and you're here.

Down the forlorn avenue, there slinking away, quickly to a forbidden part of the Alley, a furry body, a small lean creature, lurking away, svelte. It tries to find a place of hiding. The creaking of shoes makes it nervous. It knows you're here. You happen to find its hiding place. It's eyes glow of brightness; light has hit it, making it radiate white, growing larger with intense ferocity ferally wild. An intruder has found its home. She lurks further, pacing quickly to get away from you but you catch up.Why?

Get out intruder. Get out. Do you know where you are at? Only the throw aways come here. Those without a home; without security. The nitty-gritty's. The thieves, the outcast, the inhumane. Are you sure you want to press on?

Her purrs grow loudly, they play cynically to your audacity. Just alike, you play, I play too. Come on. Come on to my Alley, my Alley of Fear.

I love cats. And yes, the gaunt-ribbed, alley creepers as well. They're so precious. Cats come in all sorts of sizes and arrangements. So much variety to choose from. I love it especially if these little kitties come with extra abilities; the ones that can become human. The ones that can disappear, quantum leap through the future or the past whichever pleases your fancy. They can just do...

I have a story called Human Touch and this little cat can do and she does. Edited by my friend Jane Buckley, who did an excellent work on this by the way. I am very pleased. I hope you enjoy it as well as I have.http://docs.google.com/View?docID=dc8cwq2f_4fbctxdg6&revision=_latest