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The cat on the mantle was conducting experiments

  • The cat on the mantle was conducting experiments in gravity. It was trying to prove the hypothesis, "If you push something hard enough, it will fall over."
  • But, there was one single problem. Which object could be pushed without drawing the ire of the landlord? The cat examined her surroundings, desperate for an object to push.
  • The cat was desperate on a level that feline's should never go. The object of her desire was always just beyond her paw. Her desperation made her crouch and just stare, transfixed
  • for hours until something caught her attention and she would wander off to investigate, maybe wash her face awhile, get a bite to eat, and then return to crouch and just stare
  • into the oven hoping her soufflé would rise. The crushing disappointment when it didn't led her to reject egg based puddings for about 5 years until she inherited a recipe from her
  • long-lost grandmother, Krepuskula Grigorievna Romanova. "Look into the mirror on a dark winter's night," said her recipe, "and ask me about soufflés." She trembled as she
  • read the translated cuneiform from her long lost grandmother's recipebook. As she stared into the compact mirror, she asked, "How do I make a souffle?" Suddenly, a ghostly face app
  • eared in the mirror. "Practice," came the whispered reply. *Sigh* I'd heard that one before. I closed the compact mirror. "Wait, don't shut me up in here again!"
  • I quickly shoved the compact into my purse & snapped it shut to drown out its voice. I wasn't the fairest of them all, I wasn't good enough, I wasn't...I wasn't WHITE enough.
  • If only I was whiter than this. The world would be complete. Instead I sit here upon my throne of lies and watch the world burn. This is my story. This is my fate. It is not mine.

1 Comments

  1. Cat Dec 05 2014 @ 01:05

    I'm flattered.

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