So-Called Occurrence

[crimsonplum]

The scruffy orange tabby crouched low in the bushes, listening to the birds calling to each other in the darkness. He'd been waiting there for an hour, silent, watching with his one good eye for the flap of a wing or a skinny tail. Suddenly, his ears perked up as the leaves above him rustled ever so slightly. His midnight snack was nearby now, and

Comments

[labelleizzy]

so very very shiney.

damn fine story.

[crimsonplum]

Thank you! I aim to...write good fiction. :)

[labelleizzy]

Heh. Win.

[eska818]

I call him that because it pisses him off.

This line totally made this story for me! <3

And that makes it sound like it's the only part that mattered, but that's not what I mean! It just made me laugh out loud. The suspense was built really well here, and I'm itchy to know what happens next... and kinda creeped out! Well done.

[crimsonplum]

Haha, thanks! It kind of seemed to suit them both, you know? :) So glad you liked it!