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There it lies before me. Silently criticising me. Mocking me. Motionless. An orb. Large. Round. And very. Very. Blue.

            This is not the first time I have come face to face with this foe. Nor will it be the last. Soon I shall annihilate him! And the safety of humanity will fall upon me. Tiddle's the superior!

            Well what did you think I was going to say? Do you really think there are such things as super heroes? Don't be silly! Kittens however. We exist. Sadly not all of us have homes and we are forced to roam the streets, keeping those nasty rodents and their diseases at bay. Sadly, though, your human minds do not see us as the reliable cleaners we are, you see us on the streets and assume we are worthless or broken.

            However, back to the orb. I'm not allowed to touch the orb. Or play with it. But it's so big! So beautiful. My human laughs. My mummy doesn't. In case you humans haven't figured it out yet, this is no ordinary orb. It's huge! Soft. Tangled. A gigantic mess of mystery.

            It gets called "a ball of yarn" by my human. But that's a silly name! I mean seriously, yarn? It has to stand for something. Right? The strange part is, this 'yarn' has no start. No end. I have looked everywhere! A ball of yarn can't just start, can it? There has to be a string somewhere. A lead of some sort. Is there?

            My human has a thing she does. A pastime or 'hobby' some people call it. It's called 'knitting.' To be frank, I don't know why she would want to do it. Why would someone willingly waste all that yarn! She's a strange woman. Very strange.

            My Mother has always said "What's not yours leave well alone." Yeah, I don't know what it means, either. So I ignore it. People have nice things. Just because I'm a kitten doesn't mean I shouldn't get nice things. I'm small. Fluffy. Cuddly. I look after people. I should get everything I've ever wanted in life! I'm like a small doctor. Doctors look after people right?

            I apolo- apolo-, I'm sorry. It's easy to lose your train of thought when you're a kitten. You want to explore. Climb over everything. See the world. Scratch and dig. But you also get very sleepy. Which can sometimes be annoying. But everyone needs to recharge their batteries.

            You see, I'm doing it again. I don't mean to, however back to the yarn. I'm so confused. My human says it's ok for me to play with the orb. My mother says not to. But I get encouraged to play.

            It's tough being a kitten. Nothing is simple. Everything is bigger than you. Scarier. Yet somehow I get drawn towards those big scary things. They might be hiding something good inside! Like catnip or treats! Maybe even some tuna. I love tuna. It's my favourite type of fish. Yummy, yummy tuna. My mother likes salmon better, but I like tuna. Sorry, sometimes I can't stop myself from drifting. It's not my fault though! There are...new distractions. Boxes. Pillows. Toys. Chairs? We have chairs...why do we need more? More people. I think. More people? Visitors?

            More boxes. Are we leaving? I was born here. We can't leave! Things are changing. Moving. Some things moved to higher places. Is she growing? She keeps going up to my mummy and saying things like "Keep an eye on Tiddles" and "Any day now" or sometimes even "Surprise, won't be long now" What does it mean? Surprise? Maybe it's a good surprise. Like tuna! I really like tuna. Really, really like it! I don't think it will be though. I only sometimes get tuna. What could it be?

            Dog. Woof, woof. Dog? What's a dog? I've heard about them. Mummy speaks about them. They don't like cats, we don't like them. Mummy says "All's fair in love and war, unless a dog is involved, then there is foul play" Foul play? Sometimes mummy tells me what things are, sometimes she doesn't. Our human has been talking about dogs more now. Why dogs? Dogs are not as clean as cats. Dogs are messy. Dirty. Annoying. Not like us cats.

            More boxes. More toys. New bowls. Big bowls. Bigger than me! Something is going on. I must find out. Mummy knows something. She won't tell me. It must be a good secret.

            Something is not right. The house is quiet. Too quiet. Not even the bell on my soft grey mouse fills the room. We hide, the mouse and I, where we can't be reached. Underneath the couch. Where is mummy? I can't see her. I can't see anyone but mouse. Mouse can't speak though. Oh mouse, where is mummy? Where is our human?

            Silence. Footsteps. Footsteps? Outside the door. Getting closer. Louder. Silence again. I look out from under the couch. The door opens slowly. I see the feet of my human and mummy. Mummy looks interested. What is it? The room smells different. A box. The final one, my human says to mummy. This box is different. I've seen it before. It's the one my human uses to take me to the jaggy place. I don't like the jaggy place. Needles. Check-ups. My human calls it the "vets" but that's a silly name. A quiet noise. A scared noise. The box is opened. I see eyes. New eyes. New cat? No not cat eyes. Small paws. Bigger than mine. A new nose. No, not a cat. What is it? No. It can't be. It is. How could she? She has us! Why this? Why now?

            My biggest fear. Not the sphere. The sphere is nothing. The sphere can wait. She, our beloved human, has brought in a beast. A monster. The end. She has brought in a dog. It must be destroyed…
A short story i wrote for my english folio. I didn't realize it was going to the SQA
© 2012 - 2024 xXx-Alex
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CatUrmston's avatar
I was hooked from the first sentence, well done!