Elizabeth had no idea what happened. It seemed as though she tripped over something, but there was nothing in the path. The moonlight was bright enough to see everything very clearly. She jumped to her feet and began dusting herself off.
What was that? she asked herself. She looked up the path. She heard a shuffling in the bushes up ahead. Must be my imagination, she thought. She continued on with her walk back to the house. She heard the noise again. Must have been a rabbit. There are lots of rabbits out here this time of year. Another shuffle. She turned to her right. The glowing emerald green eyes frightened her at first.
“Spike! You scared the daylights out of me. Come here, sweetie.” Elizabeth motioned him to come…and he did.
He came swiftly out of the bushes and sank his teeth into her ankle. His claws latched onto her foot and calf. She screamed out in pain as she tried to shake him off. She fell in the attempt. She kicked and screamed and tried to free herself, but before she knew it Spike went for her face. He bit her cheek and scratched at her eyes.
Elizabeth tried to protect her face, but Spike bit even harder. She tried to get off the ground but Spike made it impossible. She tried to scream even louder than before but Spike was at her throat now. His teeth sank deeply into her neck. He ripped at her throat violently. She was becoming very weak.
Elizabeth had never known this level of pain before. It was quickly draining away, pain and blood. Her life and that of her unborn child had ended at 11:05pm.
In case you missed the first 3 chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
I was going through some old posts last night and nearly burst into tears when I saw this post. It was when poor ol’ Korn was a much younger cat and the life of the party, so to speak. I miss him and his buddy Fuzz, too. Furbabies aren’t just pets; they’re family.
Mr. Potato Head’s Cat
Elizabeth looked at her watch and realized that if she didn’t start back right now, she’d run the risk of missing Spike’s snack time. He would be very angry with her. She had only missed his snack time once in his lifetime, and then only by a few minutes. It took her 4 days to get Spike to forgive her. He turned very spiteful. He would ignore her and only eat when she wasn’t looking. He wouldn’t play fetch with her or purr in her lap. He would only stare at her and tear things up when she was gone. He waited every night until Elizabeth went to bed, and when she was asleep he would knock things off the shelves in her room just to wake her. He also kicked the litter out of the litter box just to watch Elizabeth clean it up. She decided she had better hurry on her way.
She turned toward the house, which was about a mile up the dirt path. It was so much easier getting here than going back, she thought to herself. Walking back up seemed to take forever.
She stopped and looked at her watch. It was 10:45. Well, Spike, she thought. I’m going to be a little late. Please don’t be too hard on me. The path wasn’t too steep. It was just a long walk. The dirt was dry and the coolness felt good on her bare feet. She slipped her shoes back on for the walk. When I get home I’ll take them off again. But first, I’d better get Spike his snack.
She wondered what snack Spike might like tonight. He had a strange appetite. He liked popcorn, Doritos, and Cheerios. Sometimes he preferred pieces of cheddar cheese or maybe a little vanilla ice cream. It’s funny he isn’t fat, she thought.
She continued to walk and think. Her thoughts were not of Jeff or the baby, or even her father. She was worried that Spike would take her being late too personally and out of spite, eat her goldfish. 10:59 now. She looked up the path and saw the house. It was still a good quarter mile away. She looked at her watch. 11:00. Too late.
To Be Continued….
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“Ok, one picture. ONE, I said. No! One!”
Kitty (aka El Diablo’s Sister) warned me but I didn’t listen. Bandaids now needed.
My heart is breaking, yet again. On Wednesday, I said goodbye to my 15-1/2-year-old, Korn. He had kidney disease and arthritis in his back legs. He was not the happy cat he once was. His health had been declining since they were all sick last February. I knew it was just a matter of time before he would be suffering, so I made the difficult decision to let him go. I had been agonizing over it for weeks.
This is an older pic of him when he was younger and happy. I hope he knows how much I love him and will miss him. I hope Korn and his bud, Fuzzy have met up and are swapping stories about how they chased rabbits together or how they drove me nuts wanting out and coming in again, over and over.
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