This story is the prequel to a poem I wrote on my blog a while back. You can find it here.
I wrote this brief story for Uni. Now that the course is over I can post it.
The cat sat on the mat. She preened and purred, purred and preened. She watched the mouse. The mouse sat across the room, just outside his hole-in-the-wall. He did not preen, or purr. He watched the cat.
The cat had never eaten a mouse before and wondered if he tasted good. If you’re not sure of these things, it’s always polite to ask.
“Are you tasty?” she said.
The mouse seemed confused. “Tasty?” he replied. “As in, ‘my, you are one hip, cool and funky mouse’?”
She smiled. “No. As in, are you good to eat?”
“I guess that depends on your perspective,” said the mouse. “I would say definitely not.”
The cat yawned, rolled on her side and pawed the carpet aimlessly. “Are you fast?”
The mouse’s eyes narrowed and he rubbed his tiny paws together. “Do you want to chase me and find out?”
“Not really,” said the cat, drifting off to sleep.