Sun Salutations With Sol

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 34.14 Topic: Freedom of Choice

Hard Bonus: Writer’s Choice! (Include a Fluffy Cat)

Easy Bonus: Writer’s Choice! (Add Magical Realism to the story)

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Irma was a keep to herself kind of girl. Small house. Small car. Small circle of friends and doing her best to make a very minimal footprint on the planet. She had a stay at home job and a stay at home social life. In fact her life was so non social some would go so far as to describe her as some what of a shut in.

One gloomy morning in June, while washing dishes by hand. Irma heard a thud at her door. Not a knock, or a creak, or a tap. A clear and loud thud. “What on earth?,” she whispered, setting down her homemade dish soap and hand sewn dish cloth. Slowly she padded in her hemp and bamboo slippers to the front door. Gingerly she opened the door and looked down to the jute welcome mat.

Sitting quietly was a creamy yellow cat with fuzzy faint stripes. No collar, and a slightly clipped ear. “Where did you come from?” Irma took her readers off her head and placed them on the tip of her nose so she could get a better look.
The cat sat very still. Blinking up at her.

Irma scanned the street, looking for signs of any humans who could possibly belong to this rather healthy looking feline. But the sidewalks were empty and all was quiet. Before Irma could make up her mind what to do next, the cat darted into her house and hopped up on the refurbished Goodwill sofa.

“Well just make yourself right at home, why don’t ya?” Irma laughed. She had never owned a pet. She claimed to be allergic. Though she never really tested the theory. Hesitantly she sat on the opposite side of the couch and stared at the cat. So many thoughts going through her mind. She left the door wide open, so the cat could leave at will. Five minutes passed as the cat groomed, circled then kneaded the couch pillow settling in for a nap.

“I suppose you are staying then?” Irma lifted herself off the couch to close the door.

“Yes I am staying.”

Irma stopped in her tracks and spun round to see the Cat yawning, and continuing in a deep masculine voice, “I’m completely knackered, let’s catch up after my nap.”

(to be continued)

Written by Christine Wichman c. February 24, 2023

Fun little ditty to end part one of this tale: