As I become more busy with school I find myself having less time to write on personal projects. The time I do find I have decided to put towards my book. I am determined to finish it, but that means that I have less time to do the research involved to write on video games. I still will write on video games but not to the degree that I wish I could.
One of the classes I’m taking this year for an elective in Narrative Writing. I’m hoping to use the experience of having my peers criticize my writing skills in order to hone my own personal style. Here is my first story for that class. This story is nowhere near perfect but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.
The Cat and the Mouse
Nimitz was a good cat; he spent most of his time lounging around the highest spaces he could find. Nimitz would watch his people come in and out as the day progressed and on normal days would only come down when food was served.
Today seemed to be one of those normal days. Nimitz deemed it necessary to take a nap so that he could be rested when the people who lived in his house came home. He would need the energy to be able to accept their offerings of food and affection.
Nimitz awoke to an almost silent sound nearer to the ground. Opening only one eye, He seriously investigated what was making so much ruckus. When he saw it, He quickly awoke from his slumber. Scurrying across the carpet was a tiny creature, an invader, into the family couch. A mouse had come into his home.
Nimitz leaped from his perch on the china cabinet, his favorite roost, and began to make his way to where the mouse had gone. Honing thousands of years of instinct and evolution, He crept up to the couch in perfect silence. Nimitz sniffed the air around him and his eyesight was instantly vindicated, the mouse he had seen was not a figment of his imagination. Nimitz lowered himself and crawled under the couch, looking for his prey.
A sudden crash jolted Nimitz from his hunting mood. Someone had come home earlier than normal. He stuck his head out from underneath the couch. He figured that having a snack before supper would be acceptable. The older man who lived in Nimitz’s home had come home accompanied by a younger lady. He paid this no mind; the more hands to appreciate him would be just.
His curiosity sated, Nimitz turned back to the couch to find the mouse. He searched and searched but it would seem that the coming of the people frightened off his prey. He was okay with this; there would be another time. Making his way back to his favorite perch, Nimitz fell asleep to odd sounds coming from the back of the house.
The new person coming into his domain became a rather common occurrence for Nimitz. This young lady was rather pretty for a human, but He liked her because she gave him treats and proper amounts of attention. He hoped that this would become a normal thing for him.
One day the woman of the house came home earlier than normal instead of the man. The woman of the house seemed to be rather upset, which didn’t make a lot of sense to Nimitz. In his mind anyone should be happy to come into his domain. The woman went to the back of the house and left Him alone. She must have forgotten about Nimitz, so he leaped from his perch to go remind her of his presence.
As Nimitz was walking down the hallway he caught a grey puff at the edge of his vision. The mouse was running down the hallway towards the people’s bedroom. He crouched down to stalk the creature, and when the mouse began to run towards the bedroom He engaged it in a full chase. To Nimitz’s embarrassment, the mouse got away in between a bedside stand and the wall before he could catch it.
Nimitz was not a small cat; he was more concerned with his proper place in the world than with exercise.
After the failure of his hunt Nimitz remembered his original intent. Looking up at the woman, He saw a human who was obviously upset. All of the clothes had been torn from the drawers in a way that would surely create some great places to sleep. The woman of the house seemed perplexed, as if her own hunt had come to its own end. The woman slouched to her knees and began to cry.
Nimitz did what came natural to him and pressed himself up against the woman. Emitting low croons and purrs He tried his best to cheer the woman up. In his mind the best way to make a situation better was for him to receive attention, time to initiate plan Nimitz.
The woman picked Nimitz up and pressed her face into his soft fur. The two remained like this for a time. Eventually He was released from his bondage of service and returned to his perch in order to rest from his adventure.
The night came and went without anything of particular happening and the next day was going along as Nimitz had expected. The man came home with the younger lady, who gave Him another treat that he gladly accepted, before retreating to the back room. Content in the security of his kingdom, Nimitz returned to his roost. It wasn’t long before the door to the house slammed open and the woman marched in.
During the rush of events Nimitz saw the mouse run into the hallway again. Determined to not let his quarry escape this time He quickly leaped from his perch and made chase. The mouse scurried down the hallway as fast as its little legs could go, realizing that the beast from its nightmares was upon it.
The mouse was able to make it to the back room but not before Nimitz blocked the path to the bedside stand. Seeing no other option, the mouse quickly ran through the legs of the two arguing residents of the home and underneath the giant bed. The man looked as if he was afraid for his life and the woman was holding some sort of clothing. He didn’t pay them much mind because he focused on the success of his hunt.
It only took a moment for Nimitz to rocket under the bed after the mouse. When his head rose up to assess his surroundings He saw both the mouse and the young lady. The young lady was staring at the mouse in pure horror, which didn’t make much sense to Him. The mouse was a poor creature that created destruction wherever it went.
The mouse took a step toward the young lady and she screamed. She shot out backwards from under the bed to escape the vermin. This stunned the mouse for the instant that Nimitz needed to land the coup de grace. He pulled his prize from under the bed to show the people of the house but was puzzled by what he saw.
The man looked as if some sort of monster was attacking him while the woman screamed into his face. The woman spit at him and stormed out, slamming the front door behind her. Nimitz concluded that she must have been going to buy more treats.
To Nimitz’s dismay, the lady never returned.