Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Cat Nip~ Part III (Switching POV)
Misery, looked at the big cat and felt the first shudder of surprise or pain—she wasnt'sure which because talking to the recipients of her gift wasn't part of her talent.
"I just help you get well, Mister Cat, the rest is up to you." He lay quiet under her hands. She couldn’t help noticing how soft the animal’s fur was as she drew out the malignant force of its wounds and the accompanying infection that had already set in.
The healer worked there a long time, not willing to give up on the cat. He was magnificent, even torn up as he was. As she ran her hands over the silken coat of gold, decorated by black spots, Misery estimated that he’d weigh at least 300 pounds. Cougars were common in the Texas territory, but she’d never seen this species before even though she’d heard tell of the animal—jaguar.
She was already tired from delivering Myrtle’s baby and keeping her from bleeding to death, so she wasn’t as careful as she should have been. Once the wounds had closed, and the foreleg had straightened, the cat rolled over and came to its feet, standing huge in the night, looking at her out of amber eyes that glowed in the dark.