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MicroFic: Julie’s Cat
Rapid footsteps grew louder as they came up the stairwell. A door was thrown open. “There’s someone at the door!”
“What do you mean, ‘there’s someone at the door’?”
“Downstairs. At the door. They look serious, and … And they’ve got a cat.”
“A… what?”
“A cat!”
“The fuck do I care if they have a cat?”
“I don’t fucking know, man. They’re holding it like it’s a weapon.”
“A cat weapon? The fuck is wrong with you? Tell them to fuck off.”
Moments passed.
“Well?”
“I don’t want to go back down there. What if it is a weapon?”
“A cat weapon? How is a cat a weapon? How are they holding it?”
“Like… The cat’s, like, on their forearm, like a rifle, I guess? It looked mean.”
“A mean cat.”
“Yeah. Fucking scary looking cat, man.”
“What kind of cat is it?”
“What kind… What am I, a fucking catologist? I don’t know from cats, man! I just know from threatening motherfuckers at the goddamn door!”
Louder, this time, towards the window. “What kind of cat is it?”
“An angry one!” came a voice from outside.
A pause. “Julie!?”
“Of course, ‘Julie’, asshole!”
“Everyone out the back, now!”
From downstairs, a mighty crash.
Yelling from upstairs. “Fucking go, go go go!! We’re so fucked!”
#nfgwrites #microfiction #cats
--NFG
[ May 20 2025 ]
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