Thursday, October 28, 2010

Mister Kibbles

Audrey slammed the front door so hard that it rattled the pictures hanging on the wall. She quickly locked it, then sagged against the solid piece of oak for support. Her leg muscles burned and she gasped for breath, her lungs heaving from the long run home. Her purse was out on the street somewhere along with the bag of groceries from the FoodMart. When that horrid man grabbed at her, she'd lost everything trying to get away.

He stumbled out of a doorway. At first, she thought he was just another drunk. It wasn't the best neighborhood but it was mostly safe during the day. But then he'd lunged at her, narrowly missing as he tried to grab her arm. His fingernails raked along her skin, though, and his hands were filthy. She dropped the bag and the purse and simply ran.

At home, she double checked to see that the doors and windows were locked. Then she took a shower and plastered the cut with antiseptic, topping it was a bandage. It was almost dinner time and Don would be home soon. He'd know what to do. She sat on the bed and tried calling 911 but it just rang and rang. She gave up, rose to lock the bedroom door, and then retreated back to the bed.

She felt awfully tired. Mister Kibbles, Audrey's tabby cat, purred and meowed. He wanted attention. But when she stretched out on the bed, he was content to snuggle up against her for a nap. She dozed off quickly.

Audrey woke up hungry, terribly hungry, her belly gnawing in a way she'd never experienced before. The emptiness demanded to be filled.

Mister Kibbles hissed at her. He backed away slowly, then bolted. There was no escape. The door was still closed and locked.

She tried to talk to him, but only an odd, low moan escaped her lips. The cat was in a frenzy, running in circles and throwing himself at the glass in the window. Part of her wanted to calm him, but another, stronger part just wanted to...bite. Finally, he scrambled under the bureau and hid there growling. She knelt down and reached for him. He scratched her twice, then bit deeply into her thumb, his teeth crunching on bone. Oddly, this didn't hurt. She grabbed him with her other hand and dragged him out. His claws slashed her arm again and again.

That small, rational part of her mind contracted, gibbering in horror at what was happening. But she was powerless to stop it. The hunger over-ruled all. She lifted Mister Kibbles toward her mouth. His razor like claws left deep furrows in her face and cut through her left eye. She brought him to her mouth and then....and then....

The little voice in her head said, "But I'm a vegetarian, dammit! This can't be happening!"

When it was over, only a few bones remained of Mister Kibbles. His crushed skull and some tufts of fur lay on the floor at her feet. He didn't have enough meat to satisfy the hunger, but Don would be home for dinner.
Happy Halloween!

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Blogger lemmiwinks said...

Thanks Ed, I love a good Zombie tale :-)

3:56 PM  
Blogger lemmiwinks said...

Thanks Ed, I love a good Zombie tale :-)

3:57 PM  
Blogger Yokota Fritz said...

Heh heh. Enjoyed this one.

4:53 PM  
Blogger Ed W said...

I'm glad you liked it, Lemmiwinks. My nightmares revolve around zombies, Russian paratroopers, and plumbing disasters. I came by the later one honestly, because SWMBO has shaken me awake a few times. "There's water flowing across the (insert name of room here)!"

6:01 PM  
Blogger Steve A said...

In reality, cats occupy a critical environmental niche. In the event that humans suddenly disappeared, they'd form a good source of fairly dumb prey that'd fill in the gap until dogs learned to hunt properly again.

8:52 PM  

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