Whiskers

Whiskers was under the box. If he was in the box, he couldn’t be seen. If he couldn’t be seen, he could attack without warning. Outside the box, everything was quiet, too quiet. He watched from the slit of the opening. The human was splayed out on the bed watching the screen change. That was the usual. The human was unaware of Whiskers’ plotting. It was plotting to strike!

A movement! Was it a movement. His eyes found the jangly ball. The jangly mocked him from inside it’s intricate sphere of protection. It sat right there in the middle of the floor. Oh how much he wanted to get the jangly. That little rattling-ringing jangly would be his.

The human stood up. He looked at the box. He couldn’t see Whiskers. Whiskers laughed to himself. The human was looking right at him without knowing he was there or that he would strike soon. The human moved toward him. No! It can’t be! He can’t be found! Abort! Whiskers bolted, shooting out and toward the door and out into the hallway. He had to go faster, farther, to a place the human couldn’t get him! The wall neared. He had to go up it! He climbed but his claws wouldn’t dig in! Blast!

What was he doing? He looked around? It was a nice corner. He looked up the edge to the ceiling. It seemed so far away. He plopped down and looked around. He was right in front of the stairs. It looked out over the vast downstairs of his domain. He could find no better peace than this.

The human approached. He was a nice human. Whiskers rolled onto his side. The human passed him, looking down at Whiskers saying, “You’re such a goof sometimes,” before walking down the stairs.

The human reached out for Whiskers! Panic! Attacking hand! Must defend! Whiskers trapped the advancing threat with his defense claws and laid siege with his fangs. The hand pulled back, disrupting Whiskers from his spot. At least he was safe.

“Shit!” The human screamed.

Whiskers looked up at him. The human looked upset. Whiskers couldn’t understand it. Didn’t he know that awful hand was after him? The human proceeded down the stairs.

Whiskers peaked through the banisters at the human going into the kitchen. There was the most wonderful sound! It called to Whiskers. He trotted down the stairs and made his way into the kitchen. The human stood at the counter with food in front of him. He looked up at the human, he was ready for his portion.

“You’re acting crazy, Whiskers. This isn’t for you,” The human told him.

“Meow,” Whiskers replied. There was a plot that he had worked out, if only he could remember it. He would return to his hiding spot and ponder it.