Devin’s Tails: Nine Lives

By Devin O’Branagan

I have an online writers’ forum, and every month we hold a flash fiction contest based on a specific theme. The prompt for November’s contest was to write a story under 1,000 words about a ghost who reveals a life-changing mystery. I never enter my own contests, however this month I was inspired to write a story. I hope you enjoy my ghostly tale:

Nine Lives

The strange cat appeared once again! She was blocking my way as I tried to jump up onto my mistress’s lap. The newcomer was black with eyes the color of my pet frog, Slimey.

Slimey and I had been friends for, well, like forever, and he really was a very pretty color. My birth mother had taught me to look for the good in others—Slimey smelled bad, his eyes were yellow and black like the nasty bumblebee that had recently stung me, and his plop-hopping wasn’t at all graceful like my movements were. But he was a lovely shade of green. Just like the intense eyes that stared at me now.

“Who are you and why won’t you leave me alone?” I asked the black cat. “This is my territory.” I managed to climb onto my person’s lap and then passionately knead it for emphasis.

My mistress sighed with contentment. At least I thought it was contentment, until a single tear ran down her cheek and dropped on my nose. My long tongue reached out and flicked away the salty water.

“Now look what you’ve done!” I shrieked at the interloper. I patted my person’s wrinkled hand and purred to offer comfort.

“It’s time to leave now,” Green Eyes said.

“I’m not going anywhere! My person is old and I’m all she’s got since her mate died. I promised him I would make sure she was never alone again until they were reunited on the other side.” I stuck my nose up in the air and sniffed with a touch of haughtiness. “I am a cat of my word.”

“Remember the bumblebee?” Green Eyes asked.

I groaned as memories flooded. Writhing in the tall grass, my throat closing, unable to breathe, moaning and struggling—but I got through it okay. I forced myself, because I had made a promise I wouldn’t break. I am a cat of my word.

A flash of compassion streaked through those green eyes. “That was number nine.”

I didn’t understand and shook my head just as my mistress emitted a sudden sob that startled me enough to cause my fur to fluff up. I glared at Green Eyes. “Go away! You’re upsetting her.”

Just then, I heard a thump on the back patio door and looked over to see Slimey. In his pitifully spastic way, he was jumping around and knocking against the door. The noise caught my mistress’s attention, so she stood and went to investigate.

Unceremoniously, I slid off her lap, onto the floor, and landed in an undignified heap.

The glass door slid open, Slimey leapt inside, my mistress emitted a startled yelp, and then hobbled around in search of the intruder. When her back was turned, I noticed that a small kitten appeared and stood forlornly in the doorway. The kitten looked at me, blinked, and uttered a hesitant little mew.

“Go away!” I hissed. Why was everyone suddenly intruding on my territory?!

“Oh!” my mistress exclaimed, shuffling over to the new arrival. Struggling against age and stiffness, she bent down, picked up the tiny creature, and cuddled it under her chin. “Oh, aren’t you sweet? Do you need a home, little one?”

A lion’s roar escaped the kitten—although in reality it was just a super loud purr. I admit that in my current irritable state of mind all my senses seemed heightened.

I started circling them, my tail whipping around with anger. “This is my territory. Mine! Mine! Mine!”

Green Eyes cocked her head. “Thank you, Slimey. You did your job well.”

Slimey hopped-plopped back outside, and I heard a splash as he dived into the koi pond.

My mistress sat back down in her favorite chair and placed the kitten in her lap. I was about to jump up there too when Green Eyes intercepted me.

“The bumble bee was number nine. You were only allotted nine lives—nine near-death experiences—and they’re all gone now. It’s time for you to move on.”

Shock flooded me. I grew dizzy. My mind rebelled, but my heart told me it was true. “I’m dead? But what about my promise? I’m a cat of my word….” My thoughts trailed off dismally. I had failed to perform my mission.

Compassion oozed out of those green eyes. “I’ve been sent to let you know that you didn’t fail. Your mistress’s mate is waiting for you. He knows how much integrity you have and, together, we arranged it so you could join him without leaving your mistress alone. I found a homeless kitten, Slimey led her here, and now it’s okay for you to cross over.”

Fingers of fog reached out and shrouded me, my familiar territory growing dim. Then fingers of a different kind picked me up and I was suddenly looking into the bright eyes of my dead master. “You did good, sweet one,” he said to me. “Now, together we’ll wait for her. Together, we’ll wait.”

The photo used in this post is a kitten named Celeste awaiting adoption at Best Friends Animal Society––the nation’s largest no-kill animal sanctuary. Please visit BestFriends.org to learn more about her and other animals who need forever homes.

And please visit my writers’ forum at forum.devinwrites.com. Our writers include a bevy of animal-lovers, and many of our stories and discussions reflect that passion. We also have a resident animal communicator and holistic veterinarian who is happy to answer your questions! I hope to see you there.

Copyright ©  2012 – Devin O’Branagan – All Rights Reserved

Devin O’Branagan is the bestselling author of paranormal thrillers, urban fantasy, paranormal chick lit, comic chick lit, and canine chick lit. She is a member of the Dog Writers Association of America and uses her writing projects to support animal rescue. Visit her website at DevinWrites.com to learn about her books and sign up for her monthly eNewsletter.


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