Those Tempting Trees

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
Written for a personal challenge made by Booksie member, Markie Bee -- 500 words to go with the picture which I exceeded by 47 words. https://www.booksie.com/users/markie-bee-223538

Submitted: November 16, 2018

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Those Tempting Trees

Okay, so it wasn’t the brightest idea, but those trees did look so tempting. Alright, alright, I confess. It wasn’t the trees that were so attractive, more the birds that were coming to land on their branches then disappearing in to the greenery.

Now, don’t go condemning me! I did not have the slightest thought of murder in mind; I just wanted to practice my stalking skills. I’ve done a lot of that in the garden, but up in a tree would be an extra challenge, wouldn’t it? My balancing capabilities would be put to the test.

So now you know what I was thinking. There was a problem; I was shut indoors. I tried knocking things down. That usually brought someone running but not this time. I sat in front of the door and meowed my loudest, even managing to make it sound like I was involved in some kind of feline brawl. I stopped, listened, and still was greeted by silence.

As I was downstairs I went and examined my bowl. Nothing new there, just a few of those crunchy bits that I’d left from earlier. I decided to nibble a few, took some not very enthusiastic laps from my water bowl, then padded my way upstairs.

The bed was nice and comfortable so I curled up, but those branches kept moving, taunting, and those birds just kept on twittering. The window was slightly open. If I jumped up I’d be able to squeeze my way through it, get out on to the verandah. From there I was pretty sure I could get to the trees.

Okay, so I’m not the skinniest of kitties but I squirmed and shimmied my way through that opening and there, I was outside. The railing is nice and thick, an easy jump; but those trees were that bit further than I imagined. I eyed the nearest branch, wiggled my rear end to limber up. then sprang in to one giant leap for feline kind.

I’d never realised that the green bits were so much thicker than the twiggy bits they were growing from and my paws just could not get a grip. My fur is thick but even so, those woody twigs were sharp. I hope I didn’t give voice to the shock I felt, but judging by the avian hysterical laughter, I guess I must have done.

I plummeted and plunged, howling all the way, until finally my feet were back on to firm ground. I examined my paws, shook out the debris I’d collected on my downward trajectory and stepped out, trying to look like the ground was my intended destination all along.

The verandah is calling to me. Inside, and that comfy bed, have never seemed so precious. I’d do it, I’d climb that trellis, haul myself back up. It’s slow going though, and those twitter-brains are making the most of my discomfort. Just one last stretch and I’ll have made it.

I’ve just got to wriggle my way back inside that window and then I’ll curl up and dream. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I mean it, but as my eyes close I will be taking great satisfaction in removing more than a few of those tree-dweller’s feathers.

(542 words)


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