The Fuzzy Wave, captained by the kitty pirate Captain Whiskers, made its triumphant return to port. Her crew was on shore leave, instructed to return Sunday with provisions for the next voyage. Captain Whiskers’ meals for the voyage were already arriving, as rats scurried up the mooring onto the ship.
King Kool has previously contributed many stories to 50WS.
Captain Whiskers, the famous kitty pirate, cocked her head as her tail swept against the deck. The mast of her ship, the Fuzzy Wave, had been whittled down and snapped, stranding them at sea. She regretted her decision to allow the crew to use the mast as a scratching post.
King Kool has previously contributed many stories to 50WS.
Captain Whiskers the kitty pirate had barely escaped her last adventure. She may have lost two of her nine lives, but she was resolute. This was why she was afforded the authority of her vessel, the Fuzzy Wave. As captain, she was relieved the crew couldn’t mock her Elizabethan collar.
King Kool has previously contributed many stories to 50WS.
Butterscotch the cat had always wondered what butterscotch tasted like.
One day, he snuck outside and ran to the candy store. When the storekeeper wasn’t looking, he swiped a butterscotch candy. It was sticky and gross.
He told his friends he had loved it, but they knew he was lying.
This story was based on a title suggested by Medea Ginger Hertz.
There was a complete stranger in the house, and no one else seemed to care. Jill and Bobby even seemed to like the trespassing feline.
So Mitsy began sneezing and sniffling and mewling.
She knew how things worked: they’d never keep the new cat if it was creating allergy problems.
The gatekeepers see all, never blinking, no matter what the time.
Those who seek the angels don’t see them for they hide in plain sight.
With one foot in each world your fate is decided with the yowl of annoyance or the purr of contentment.
Those wonderful misaligned felines.
Gareth Wilson would call himself a serial reader, slayer of titles, leaving a woody (and shortly electron) swathe in his wake. Currently he is improving his writing skills by cutting his teeth on short pieces to work up to his own full-length title. He reviews general fiction here and YA and children’s books here.
Rammy won the 2011 Valentine’s Day contest with the following entry:
Of course they look alike; they’re sisters.
Coincidentally, I met them on Valentine’s Day and immediately fell in love, and now they live with me.
It was through a want ad: “New in town. Looking for friends, a litter box, and meow mix.”
I named my kittens Always and Forever.
Rammy Meyerowitz is a Puzzle Person and a Cultural Marginal, as well as a jewish atheist and a secular humanist.
Every night, Reginald tossed and turned in his bed, covering his ears with his pillow, but the slurping and sipping and smacking just wouldn’t stop.
He never said anything, though; the rent was too good to risk a conflict.
He eventually began to wonder about all the “Missing Pet” posters.
This story was based on a title suggested by @ugotpauld.
He could no longer deny it: he was turning into a cat. He had thicker and thicker hair growing all over his body, he took frequent naps, he saw things during the night…
She could no longer deny it: he was getting older, and he thought he was a cat.
Mouse hid in the dark corner. The piece of bread laying on the floor looked like a complete meal to the starving mammal.
Fear set aside, ready to jump into the world feet first, he blindly took his chance.
Cat had its dinner, slurping the tail like a spaghetti noodle.
Sabrina Hicks has a passion for writing and animal rights. Besides writing she donates time at animal shelters and now owns three dogs, one cat, and a bird.