CΩT (Part 21)

Both Carly and her mother approach me and I sit down, looking up at their staring faces. Carly crouches down right in front of me eyes narrowed as she scrutinizes my feat of strength. I give a slow blink of endearment to her and continue to wait for them to pass judgment given their newly-discovered understanding of my unique abilities.
Read on →

CΩT (Part 20)

At some point in the night Carly picks me up from my sleep spot and I see that we’ve stopped outside a much shorter building than the ones in the city. I hang limp for the time being (in all honesty, I’m still more than half asleep at this point). We move toward the front of the building, where there is a small light that shines through one of the windows. The door in the center of the front of the house opens and an older woman stands framed by the light from within.
Read on →

CΩT (Part 9)

I awoke to the keening shriek of a hawk swooping down to carry me away. I sprang to me feet and puffed out my fur. No way was I going to get dropped from the sky again after tangling with one of those damnable birds. But a second later I realized the noise came not from a bird but from Chuck, and that I was no longer in the woods where such things could happen. She slammed the wall opening shut and started talking to someone within, though I could not for the life of me think of how someone would have gotten past me or already be in there, as I definitely would’ve smelled them. I walked over to the closed wall and sniffed to confirm these suspicions, and then spoke to Chuck, letting her know it was okay. There was no response from within, but a short while later there was a knock at the front of the cave and a person making noises outside. Read on →

CΩT (Part 5)

Carly gets home late that night and parks her truck, letting out a sigh as she shifts the stick to P. She reaches the second floor and stops at the top of the stairs, staring down the walkway to her door which is, once again, ajar when it should be closed. She turns and walks back, getting into the truck, locking the doors and dialing 911 on her cellphone.
Read on →