The Emperor's Doppelganger.A Story by G.GabrielPenImmortalizing one of the loves of my life.I pulled the black plastic lid off of
the large red bucket of ground coffee. It was maybe a quarter full
but the scent sailed out with rooty splendour all the same. I took a
deep gratifying breath of it and bent down to the small,
wide-cheeked, feral-ish cat that sat next to me on the kitchen
carpet, kneading with his forepaws ready to explore whatever
mysticisms in-house living had to offer. I held the bucket under his
face, and dutifully he took a deep sniff himself at the flaky
material, and backed up w/ a glance up at my face as if to say 'no
wonder you crazy.' The offense at my morning drug did not linger, he
kept on kneading until he caught the side-long glare of that other
cat; the one that had been staring at him earlier from the black
shiny surface of the washing machine. This time the other rippling
bobcat face was staring at him from the stove. His shoulders raised
and his head moved back and forth in gestures just as inquisitively
as the other had, and he did as well, in perfect cadence. The kitty in the stove began to wash
it's black-padded paw delicately. Then Genghis, the furry,
coffee-repulsed gentleman did too. Did I see..that? Did the stove
kitty move first..? © 2015 G.GabrielPen |
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1 Review Added on May 21, 2015 Last Updated on May 21, 2015 AuthorG.GabrielPenAmherst, MAAboutI adore mysticism and the souls of my cats. I have always lived in New England and like to express myself through writing and photography, painting and drawing. I have many tales to tell and re-tell. .. more.. |

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