Cuddles and Purrs

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At Vintage Daze I’m busy with the A to Z Blog Challenge this month. So we’re returning to Chrys N. Jay for a short romance for the next three weeks. Join us for a new short story, Cuddles and Purrs. Each week for Tuesday Tales a group of authors write to a word, or picture, prompt. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘cart.’

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Cuddles and Purrs

The cat pile on Laurel’s lap shifted and wiggled. She petted the furry bodies that attached to her whenever she sat down on the couch. The resounding purr from the group calmed and relaxed her after a difficult week at work.

Pipsqueak was a black runt of the litter that survived and grew out of his teensy weensy status. Stache, a black and white tux sporting white milk mustache, had been a black puddle in the back yard, trying to escape notice. Tinker was a gray tabby that was the newest member of Laurel’s family. He squirmed right in to the middle, trying to get his fair share of the pets. The old ladies of the bunch were off sequestered somewhere, trying to nap and stay out of the way of the youngsters.

“I don’t understand why you have so many cats,” Laurel’s mother often complained. “Get rid of the cats and get yourself a good man. I need some grandchildren.”

“Mom, that’s putting the cart before the horse,” Laurel used to retort. She didn’t argue back with her mother anymore. She simply changed the subject. It was easier.

And at this point in life, loving a houseful of cats was easier. Laurel had just about given up on finding love. Not for lack of trying. It’s just that nothing worked out. Sometimes they were the ones that gave up first, deciding they weren’t meant for each other. More often than not, it was Laurel making that decision. One was too needy. One was too cold and aloof. One couldn’t stay off of his phone when they were together.

The last one was the worst. He couldn’t stand cats. In fact, he didn’t like any animals at all. He was a great guy in every other aspect. But Laurel didn’t trust the heart of someone that couldn’t love an animal. She knew that would never last, so she’d ended that one fairly early on in the relationship.

Her cell phone sitting on the arm of the sofa rang. Laurel glanced over to see who was calling before she answered it. She saw it was her friend, Karen that worked at the local animal shelter.

Karen started babbling away as soon as she answered. “…he needs some help…six kittens…little ones…I knew you could help him out…”

“Whoa. Slow down, girlfriend. Who needs some help and what are you volunteering me for?”

“A man called the shelter. He came home and found a box on his porch with six young kittens. We need a foster for them and I thought you could take them.”

Thirty minutes later Laurel was ringing a stranger’s doorbell. When the owner answered with a set of broad shoulders and dancing hazel-green eyes, she almost forgot why she was there. After staring blankly at him for a moment, she finally uttered, “…kittens.”

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10 thoughts on “Cuddles and Purrs

  1. NICE! Love this beginning to a new romance. You’ve hooked me in. Of course, I’m an animal lover who used to own cats before I became highly allergic. This story is going places. Looking forward to more.

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