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Some non-erotic prose I've been picking at, hoping the characters get picked up by other writers. Additional information on these characters is to be found in a forthcoming character sheet.

Story present, 4 pm, Early fall

*Clack*

A baseball cap and and the sunglasses lodged over its brim land upside down on a dresser next to a pile of other hats. The cacophonous resonance of keys, some coins, and a pocket knife falling into it resonate through out the small house.

A wallet, a belt, and a cell phone are casually and haphazardly tossed beside the cap as an exhausted man tosses the jeans they were separated from into the laundry room across the hall. A t-shirt follows. "10 points! A ringer on the back door knob!" he thinks to himself.

The man, name of Tristan Morgan, puts on a pair of blue sweats and a clean t-shirt and proceeds to the living room, where he collapses with a profound sigh into a recliner chair. He closes his eyes for a few minutes, physically exhausted from the wild events of this morning, mind still reeling a bit from the imagery.

He sits in an extreme slouch, motionless in his chair for a few hours. As the clock approaches 7, a dark form appears in the house in front of the back door, and makes it's way around the clothing on the floor.

It sees the hat and other items on the dresser of the bedroom, but ignores them. It knows that there is a more valuable target in the house.

It walks toward the doorway and hears the man's heavy near snore, and walks slowly toward it.

Turning the corner, it spies the hand of Tris laying limp on the arm of a chair in the living room.

It walks to the front of the chair, a couple feet away from his feet. It's eyes, one green and one greyed, fixed on its target.

It stops and faces Tris.

A few seconds later, it makes its presence known:

"Mrawu!"

Tris pries his eyes open to see his cat staring back at him. His face softens into a smile as he chuckles.

"Hey, Jackie" he says groggily as he taps his knee "come on up."

She leaps to his knee, "Funny black cat, you!" he says with a contented sigh as he begins to stoke her and rub her neck and chin. "Well, more than a cat, since you somehow get back in here when I full well know that the house is completely locked down and you're outside..." he says as he massages her neck with both hands. "...but you're not giving any secrets away, are you?" he says with a bemused smile as she makes her way purring up his chest to nuzzle his chin and his curly, auburn goatee.

After a half hour of snuggling with Jackie, he stops and sighs. "Well, dinnertime for you and the rest of the cats, then I'm going straight to bed." he says to her. She springs off of him, he stands up and they both make their way to the back door.

A few moments later, they're both in the barn. He opens a sliding door into an erstwhile horse stall that is now part storage room for grain and salt licks as well as a feline dining room. The door has a 5 by 7 inch hole cut into it just above the bottom. Just big enough for a cat to fit through, but nothing bigger. A few other cats flee as he and Jackie step in. He tops off the food bowls and goes back to the house, closing the door behind him. Jackie follows him back.

In the kitchen, he sets out some chunks of raw meat in a bowl for Jackie. She never was one for cat food.

He kills all the lights in the house, makes his way to his bedroom, peals back the covers, and collapses into the bed, asleep damn near when his head met pillow.

*********************

About three years ago

"ReemReemReem...ReemReemReem...ReemReemReem..."

Tris pulls out his phone and sees that it's his friend Frank, calling from his number at the local cat rescue shelter.

Tris answers: "yEL-low?"

"Black!" Frank replies. "As in this black female that just came in is a monster! Fred trapped her and brought her in early this morning. As soon as we opened the trap to vaccinate and spay her, she jumped out biting and clawing. She got loose of our grip and damnit that cat's fast! Nobody could catch her. It was all we could do to lock her into an empty room down the hall!"

"Wow! Sounds like a job for Superman! Want me to take her?"

"Please Do!"

"I'll be on my way in a few to help, then."

An hour later, Tris parks his truck at the cat rescue shelter, and gets out, grabbing a pet carrying box and walking to the door to meet Frank. "Right this way" Frank says with an air mixed of relief and dread.

They went to Enclosure 13.

The black cat in the corner was already hissing at the two men, back arched, tail fluffed, ears back, poised to to make a break for it at the slightest opportunity. One eye was bright green, the other probably had been, but now was a reddish gray-green. Old injury, Tris surmised.

"Here she is" Frank said, "Do your thing."

"Right." Tris said with a nod as he opened the gate, box in hand. "Easy does it now, I'm gonna take you to my place." As he slowly stepped through, the cat flinched to make her dash for the gate, but for some reason her feet refused to leave the ground. She twitched and hissed, trying to move against whatever was holding her feet as Tris closed the gate behind him. All the while, Tris looked at the her. As soon as the gate was closed, the cat could feel that she could move freely again. She took a few steps, then retreated back to the corner. The fight and flight instincts were waging war within her, resulting in the lesser spoken of cousin of the two: paralysis.

Tris slowly walked into the center of the enclosure, still carrying the box as the cat watched him. He slowly kneelled down setting the box beside him and took a towel out of the box.

As he was about to stand up, ready to hold the towel like a Toreador's cape and pounce, the cat softened her stance and de-fluffed her tail. Tris took notice and lowered the towel, perplexed yet composed. This was not the cat Tris had expected to find, nor the behavior congruent to what Frank had described. It was his turn to remain still. "Yeah, you're OK, I'm not here to hurt you." he said to the cat as he held his closed hand out at his knee.

In jerky, tense, and quick steps, she slowly circled him. She arrived at his hand, leaned toward it, and sniffed.

"ACK!"
"mrEOW!"
"Huh? UF!"

In that split second, he felt a strong static electric spark and jerked his hand back. What ever she felt caused her to flick her tail with an almost playful flair and pounce into his chest with great force, gripping at his jacket and purring profusely, much to Tris and Frank's astonishment.

"Oooohhkay" he said stunned, eyes wide. He tentatively placed his hands on her after a few seconds. "Alright, I'll get you out of here," he said as he tried to gently pull her off. But she somehow tightened his grip as she crawled up around his neck. "But I've got to get you in this box." She hissed at him as he said that. After two minutes of trying to get her off of him, and failing, Tris gave up. Defeated, he said "Alright then, I hold you tight so you don't run away on me. Frank, get the door and grab my box, please"

Frank does so, likewise bewildered, and they make their way to the office. There, Tris maintains his grip on the cat with one arm as opens the door to the office. "OhMyGOD,Tris,HOW?!" says the office lady "That cat was a terror this morning! I mean, getting them to stand still like you do is amazing enough, but how'd you get to be holding her like that?"

"Hortence," he said, chuckling "I have no clue!. She was waiting for the right human?" he replied. "I think I'd be able to hold her as you get the vaccines in her," he said to a vet standing by the desk "but, as far as spaying her goes, I know it's policy, but something telling me that it would be a bad Idea for all involved, including myself. However I can't put my finger on it." Meanwhile, Frank puts the box in Tris's truck.

A few moments later, Tris gets in his truck, the black cat still clinging to his chest. As soon as the door closes, she jumps off. "NOW you get off!? Humph! Crazy cat." he says as he shakes his head and starts the truck.

Tris pulls into the barn at his ranch a half hour later. He gets out of the truck, keeping an eye on the cat as he gets out, and failing miserably. She moved so fast that all he saw was a black blur rush out of the truck and out of sight..

"Dayum, she IS fast!" he thought to himself. "Well, that was easy."

He pockets his keys, shuts the door, and walks to his house. He unlocks his door, unaware that the black cat is in the bush beside it. He opens the door, walks in, and closes it behind him. In that time, the cat rushes in, all while staying out of his sight.

Five minutes later, he's sitting on the couch as the cat jumps up onto his chest from behind him and begins puring. "What!? No, I did not bring home a house-cat!" He gets up and goes outside, the cat gripping him strongly like before at the shelter.

"I did not want to do this at the shelter, but you've forced my hand here" he said.

"Reaowaor!"

The cat found her claws lose grip of his jacket and her legs separate from clutching Tris. He steps away, leaving the cat suspended in mid-air. She finds herself being slowly lowered and rotated to the ground, paws down and again finds her paws unable to move. Tris backs away from her and closes the door, keeping his eyes fixed on the cat. "Stay out" he says.

An hour later, Tris is at his computer.

"Mraw"

Tris cringes, the looks at the floor to his left, and sees the cat "The frak?! No, you belong outside."

Tris extends his hand downward like a claw and motions as if picking up something. The cat lifts off the floor in a standing position. While holding the cat like this, he checks that all windows, doors, and the chimney flue are secure. He opens a window and the cat floats through it to the lawn outside, where he sets her down. He shuts the window, and sees that the cat is still outside.

A half an hour later, as Tris is doing his laundry in the back room,

"Mraw"

Episodes like these permeate the rest of the day and into the night for Tris. The cat gets in, he moves her out.

At midnight, Tris is in his bed half asleep.

"Mraw" he hears. He pries an eye open and finds the cat's silhouette with a faint green glow around it where his alarm clock should be. He then feels a cold damp point on the tip of his nose and small puffs of air as she sniffs him.

"OkayFine...you can be in the house then..." he grumbles in exasperation.

She purrs as he lays there.

********************

The next morning, still three years ago:

Tris sips his morning tea at the kitchen table as the cat sits beside him in another chair.

He stares at the cat, contemplating what happened to her eye. "Hmmm... prolly ought to give her a name." he thought.

He runs through a laundry list of names in his mind; "Midnight, Blackie, Cole, all cliché due to her color. Does she look like an Opal? Nah. Francine? Nah. Hortence? No, to weird naming her after someone I know already. Jackie..." he accidentally says the last one softly out loud.

"mrEAW!"

In that instance, the cat pounces into his lap. "Jackie?" he says.

"Mreaw" is her reply.

Jackie, now named, purrs profusely as she rubs his stomach with her face and sides.

"OK, you're a Jackie!" he says dumbfounded as a wry smile appears on his face as he wraps his free arm around her to scratch her chin.

**************************

Story present, the next morning

"BeepBeepBeepBeep...BeepBeepBeepBeep...BeepBeepBeepBeep..."

Tris rises from his bed, and pushes the button to silence his alarm clock, and staggers out the door, still a little tired from yesterday.

A half hour later, as Tris reads the morning news and sips his tea, Jackie hops onto the table, clenching Tris's tweed flat cap in her mouth. She drops it next to him.

"This one? Alright." he said, bemused as always by this behavior as he grasps it by the short bill and slaps it onto his head with one hand as he reaches to pet Jackie with the other.

15 minutes later, he's out the door to work, still trying to figure out what all he saw yesterday at his new job.

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

Some non-erotic prose I've been picking at, hoping the characters get picked up by other writers. Additional information on these characters is to be found in a forthcoming character sheet.

Story present, 4 pm, Early fall

*Clack*

A baseball cap and and the sunglasses lodged over its brim land upside down on a dresser next to a pile of other hats. The cacophonous resonance of keys, some coins, and a pocket knife falling into it resonate through out the small house.

A wallet, a belt, and a cell phone are casually and haphazardly tossed beside the cap as an exhausted man tosses the jeans they were separated from into the laundry room across the hall. A t-shirt follows. "10 points! A ringer on the back door knob!" he thinks to himself.

The man, name of Tristan Morgan, puts on a pair of blue sweats and a clean t-shirt and proceeds to the living room, where he collapses with a profound sigh into a recliner chair. He closes his eyes for a few minutes, physically exhausted from the wild events of this morning, mind still reeling a bit from the imagery.

He sits in an extreme slouch, motionless in his chair for a few hours. As the clock approaches 7, a dark form appears in the house in front of the back door, and makes it's way around the clothing on the floor.

It sees the hat and other items on the dresser of the bedroom, but ignores them. It knows that there is a more valuable target in the house.

It walks toward the doorway and hears the man's heavy near snore, and walks slowly toward it.

Turning the corner, it spies the hand of Tris laying limp on the arm of a chair in the living room.

It walks to the front of the chair, a couple feet away from his feet. It's eyes, one green and one greyed, fixed on its target.

It stops and faces Tris.

A few seconds later, it makes its presence known:

"Mrawu!"

Tris pries his eyes open to see his cat staring back at him. His face softens into a smile as he chuckles.

"Hey, Jackie" he says groggily as he taps his knee "come on up."

She leaps to his knee, "Funny black cat, you!" he says with a contented sigh as he begins to stoke her and rub her neck and chin. "Well, more than a cat, since you somehow get back in here when I full well know that the house is completely locked down and you're outside..." he says as he massages her neck with both hands. "...but you're not giving any secrets away, are you?" he says with a bemused smile as she makes her way purring up his chest to nuzzle his chin and his curly, auburn goatee.

After a half hour of snuggling with Jackie, he stops and sighs. "Well, dinnertime for you and the rest of the cats, then I'm going straight to bed." he says to her. She springs off of him, he stands up and they both make their way to the back door.

A few moments later, they're both in the barn. He opens a sliding door into an erstwhile horse stall that is now part storage room for grain and salt licks as well as a feline dining room. The door has a 5 by 7 inch hole cut into it just above the bottom. Just big enough for a cat to fit through, but nothing bigger. A few other cats flee as he and Jackie step in. He tops off the food bowls and goes back to the house, closing the door behind him. Jackie follows him back.

In the kitchen, he sets out some chunks of raw meat in a bowl for Jackie. She never was one for cat food.

He kills all the lights in the house, makes his way to his bedroom, peals back the covers, and collapses into the bed, asleep damn near when his head met pillow.

*********************

About three years ago

"ReemReemReem...ReemReemReem...ReemReemReem..."

Tris pulls out his phone and sees that it's his friend Frank, calling from his number at the local cat rescue shelter.

Tris answers: "yEL-low?"

"Black!" Frank replies. "As in this black female that just came in is a monster! Fred trapped her and brought her in early this morning. As soon as we opened the trap to vaccinate and spay her, she jumped out biting and clawing. She got loose of our grip and damnit that cat's fast! Nobody could catch her. It was all we could do to lock her into an empty room down the hall!"

"Wow! Sounds like a job for Superman! Want me to take her?"

"Please Do!"

"I'll be on my way in a few to help, then."

An hour later, Tris parks his truck at the cat rescue shelter, and gets out, grabbing a pet carrying box and walking to the door to meet Frank. "Right this way" Frank says with an air mixed of relief and dread.

They went to Enclosure 13.

The black cat in the corner was already hissing at the two men, back arched, tail fluffed, ears back, poised to to make a break for it at the slightest opportunity. One eye was bright green, the other probably had been, but now was a reddish gray-green. Old injury, Tris surmised.

"Here she is" Frank said, "Do your thing."

"Right." Tris said with a nod as he opened the gate, box in hand. "Easy does it now, I'm gonna take you to my place." As he slowly stepped through, the cat flinched to make her dash for the gate, but for some reason her feet refused to leave the ground. She twitched and hissed, trying to move against whatever was holding her feet as Tris closed the gate behind him. All the while, Tris looked at the her. As soon as the gate was closed, the cat could feel that she could move freely again. She took a few steps, then retreated back to the corner. The fight and flight instincts were waging war within her, resulting in the lesser spoken of cousin of the two: paralysis.

Tris slowly walked into the center of the enclosure, still carrying the box as the cat watched him. He slowly kneelled down setting the box beside him and took a towel out of the box.

As he was about to stand up, ready to hold the towel like a Toreador's cape and pounce, the cat softened her stance and de-fluffed her tail. Tris took notice and lowered the towel, perplexed yet composed. This was not the cat Tris had expected to find, nor the behavior congruent to what Frank had described. It was his turn to remain still. "Yeah, you're OK, I'm not here to hurt you." he said to the cat as he held his closed hand out at his knee.

In jerky, tense, and quick steps, she slowly circled him. She arrived at his hand, leaned toward it, and sniffed.

"ACK!"
"mrEOW!"
"Huh? UF!"

In that split second, he felt a strong static electric spark and jerked his hand back. What ever she felt caused her to flick her tail with an almost playful flair and pounce into his chest with great force, gripping at his jacket and purring profusely, much to Tris and Frank's astonishment.

"Oooohhkay" he said stunned, eyes wide. He tentatively placed his hands on her after a few seconds. "Alright, I'll get you out of here," he said as he tried to gently pull her off. But she somehow tightened his grip as she crawled up around his neck. "But I've got to get you in this box." She hissed at him as he said that. After two minutes of trying to get her off of him, and failing, Tris gave up. Defeated, he said "Alright then, I hold you tight so you don't run away on me. Frank, get the door and grab my box, please"

Frank does so, likewise bewildered, and they make their way to the office. There, Tris maintains his grip on the cat with one arm as opens the door to the office. "OhMyGOD,Tris,HOW?!" says the office lady "That cat was a terror this morning! I mean, getting them to stand still like you do is amazing enough, but how'd you get to be holding her like that?"

"Hortence," he said, chuckling "I have no clue!. She was waiting for the right human?" he replied. "I think I'd be able to hold her as you get the vaccines in her," he said to a vet standing by the desk "but, as far as spaying her goes, I know it's policy, but something telling me that it would be a bad Idea for all involved, including myself. However I can't put my finger on it." Meanwhile, Frank puts the box in Tris's truck.

A few moments later, Tris gets in his truck, the black cat still clinging to his chest. As soon as the door closes, she jumps off. "NOW you get off!? Humph! Crazy cat." he says as he shakes his head and starts the truck.

Tris pulls into the barn at his ranch a half hour later. He gets out of the truck, keeping an eye on the cat as he gets out, and failing miserably. She moved so fast that all he saw was a black blur rush out of the truck and out of sight..

"Dayum, she IS fast!" he thought to himself. "Well, that was easy."

He pockets his keys, shuts the door, and walks to his house. He unlocks his door, unaware that the black cat is in the bush beside it. He opens the door, walks in, and closes it behind him. In that time, the cat rushes in, all while staying out of his sight.

Five minutes later, he's sitting on the couch as the cat jumps up onto his chest from behind him and begins puring. "What!? No, I did not bring home a house-cat!" He gets up and goes outside, the cat gripping him strongly like before at the shelter.

"I did not want to do this at the shelter, but you've forced my hand here" he said.

"Reaowaor!"

The cat found her claws lose grip of his jacket and her legs separate from clutching Tris. He steps away, leaving the cat suspended in mid-air. She finds herself being slowly lowered and rotated to the ground, paws down and again finds her paws unable to move. Tris backs away from her and closes the door, keeping his eyes fixed on the cat. "Stay out" he says.

An hour later, Tris is at his computer.

"Mraw"

Tris cringes, the looks at the floor to his left, and sees the cat "The frak?! No, you belong outside."

Tris extends his hand downward like a claw and motions as if picking up something. The cat lifts off the floor in a standing position. While holding the cat like this, he checks that all windows, doors, and the chimney flue are secure. He opens a window and the cat floats through it to the lawn outside, where he sets her down. He shuts the window, and sees that the cat is still outside.

A half an hour later, as Tris is doing his laundry in the back room,

"Mraw"

Episodes like these permeate the rest of the day and into the night for Tris. The cat gets in, he moves her out.

At midnight, Tris is in his bed half asleep.

"Mraw" he hears. He pries an eye open and finds the cat's silhouette with a faint green glow around it where his alarm clock should be. He then feels a cold damp point on the tip of his nose and small puffs of air as she sniffs him.

"OkayFine...you can be in the house then..." he grumbles in exasperation.

She purrs as he lays there.

********************

The next morning, still three years ago:

Tris sips his morning tea at the kitchen table as the cat sits beside him in another chair.

He stares at the cat, contemplating what happened to her eye. "Hmmm... prolly ought to give her a name." he thought.

He runs through a laundry list of names in his mind; "Midnight, Blackie, Cole, all cliché due to her color. Does she look like an Opal? Nah. Francine? Nah. Hortence? No, to weird naming her after someone I know already. Jackie..." he accidentally says the last one softly out loud.

"mrEAW!"

In that instance, the cat pounces into his lap. "Jackie?" he says.

"Mreaw" is her reply.

Jackie, now named, purrs profusely as she rubs his stomach with her face and sides.

"OK, you're a Jackie!" he says dumbfounded as a wry smile appears on his face as he wraps his free arm around her to scratch her chin.

**************************

Story present, the next morning

"BeepBeepBeepBeep...BeepBeepBeepBeep...BeepBeepBeepBeep..."

Tris rises from his bed, and pushes the button to silence his alarm clock, and staggers out the door, still a little tired from yesterday.

A half hour later, as Tris reads the morning news and sips his tea, Jackie hops onto the table, clenching Tris's tweed flat cap in her mouth. She drops it next to him.

"This one? Alright." he said, bemused as always by this behavior as he grasps it by the short bill and slaps it onto his head with one hand as he reaches to pet Jackie with the other.

15 minutes later, he's out the door to work, still trying to figure out what all he saw yesterday at his new job.