M.G. Spear
Fiction
Meet the cutest new black kitty in fiction, Pumpkin!
Like cats? Relationships? Then A Whiskered Perspective is for you.
Relationships are hard, but they are worth the effort. You should try your best, no matter what, to work things out, right? Not always.
Miller thinks she has found love but her cat, Pumpkin, tells a darker story. Not all love is equal, even if you desperately want it to be.
It’s a different take on relationship turmoil and the power of a connection between a cat and his human.
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Review:
4 stars
This is fast read, but one that will suck you right in. As a cat lover I knew I had to read this one. It shows the bond one can make with a cat. I have three cats and I feel they are part of the family like my kids. This story is told from Pumpkin's point of view with the help of Miller's diary. It shows the impact of companionship of a cat is important. Pumpkin's owner Miller means the world to him, but she doesn't see her own worth. Miller navigates the dating world and her desire to be loved leads to a dark road. This one is a little dark, but a good story. The way this one end I need the sequel now!
Have you ever been set on fire?
I have.
Tied up, thrown into a bag, the smell of gasoline filling my nostrils…
Such is the way of the warrior.
I had been minding my own business, hunting mice for dinner when the neighborhood bully caught me by surprise with a pillowcase.
The local humans would whisper I was the trouble tom, always picking fights with their house cats, or spraying on their fence line.
And, of course, attacking the neighborhood bully when he threw rocks at me.
Now he had the advantage. My sharp claws could only do so much damage through the fabric, and he grabbed my legs and tied them so my claws would no longer be an issue. I yowled and spat and hissed with the rage of fire but to no avail. The way of the warrior is to accept death, but this was my seventh life, and I was not ready to give it up. But I could see no way I would survive as the pillowcase caught fire.
“Hey!” a woman screamed.
I heard the bully run away laughing as my flesh started to sear. The pain was building, and even with meditation techniques, I could not get my mind far enough from the pain.
Then my miracle came. Someone doused the pillowcase in water. Cold, blessed water.
The ropes came off and the makeshift sack was opened. Delirious as I was, I knew not to struggle as this random woman, this passerby, scooped me up in her arms and carried me down the street. She took me into her house and tended my wounds while I lay panting, grateful to be alive.
Weeks go by, and I continued to heal and snuggle with this woman. I made sure to do nothing to upset her, to throw me away, and only sprayed in the litter box and did my business there. She was grateful for this kindness and cleaned it every day for me.
Her house was a small three-bedroom house. She lived alone, a teacher educating other people’s children but coming home to no one. I was the answer to her loneliness. She talked to me every day about the goings-on in her life. She kept a diary, which I read from time to time. We were grateful for each other.
This is the story of my friend and me.
I have.
Tied up, thrown into a bag, the smell of gasoline filling my nostrils…
Such is the way of the warrior.
I had been minding my own business, hunting mice for dinner when the neighborhood bully caught me by surprise with a pillowcase.
The local humans would whisper I was the trouble tom, always picking fights with their house cats, or spraying on their fence line.
And, of course, attacking the neighborhood bully when he threw rocks at me.
Now he had the advantage. My sharp claws could only do so much damage through the fabric, and he grabbed my legs and tied them so my claws would no longer be an issue. I yowled and spat and hissed with the rage of fire but to no avail. The way of the warrior is to accept death, but this was my seventh life, and I was not ready to give it up. But I could see no way I would survive as the pillowcase caught fire.
“Hey!” a woman screamed.
I heard the bully run away laughing as my flesh started to sear. The pain was building, and even with meditation techniques, I could not get my mind far enough from the pain.
Then my miracle came. Someone doused the pillowcase in water. Cold, blessed water.
The ropes came off and the makeshift sack was opened. Delirious as I was, I knew not to struggle as this random woman, this passerby, scooped me up in her arms and carried me down the street. She took me into her house and tended my wounds while I lay panting, grateful to be alive.
Weeks go by, and I continued to heal and snuggle with this woman. I made sure to do nothing to upset her, to throw me away, and only sprayed in the litter box and did my business there. She was grateful for this kindness and cleaned it every day for me.
Her house was a small three-bedroom house. She lived alone, a teacher educating other people’s children but coming home to no one. I was the answer to her loneliness. She talked to me every day about the goings-on in her life. She kept a diary, which I read from time to time. We were grateful for each other.
This is the story of my friend and me.
M.G. Spear is a teacher who writes for stress relief, and currently
has published multiple books with more in the works. She teaches Biology
to both college and high school students, and mostly her days are
filled with logic. But M.G’s creative side comes out in her writing.
M.G. has been writing for as long as she can remember and hones her craft by reading books and constantly writing. She is very eclectic in her writing passions, from general fiction to horror books, to motivational and humorous posts on her blog. Her major influences are Edgar Allen Poe, Gillian Flynn, Chuck Palahniuk, and Frank Peretti. She published her first short story collection, Jumping on the Trampoline, in 2006, but then life got in the way. Now she is back in the game, ready to bring more stories to life.
Instagram: www.instagram.com/mgspear_
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sparsur/
M.G. has been writing for as long as she can remember and hones her craft by reading books and constantly writing. She is very eclectic in her writing passions, from general fiction to horror books, to motivational and humorous posts on her blog. Her major influences are Edgar Allen Poe, Gillian Flynn, Chuck Palahniuk, and Frank Peretti. She published her first short story collection, Jumping on the Trampoline, in 2006, but then life got in the way. Now she is back in the game, ready to bring more stories to life.
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