Thursday, June 18, 2009

Cat Nip Post XIX

The nice thing about being a healer, everyone expects me to be odd and keep strange hours. Clarence, of course, would have preferred, I think, a more traditional mistress, but it wasn’t to be. And so it was that we found ourselves back on the same road that we had already traveled twice in one very long day.

When we reached the sandy area where I’d found the big cat, I turned Clarence and diverged from the well worn path to follow an elusive track through the brush. Without exploring the why of it, I knew where I was going, and I traveled quickly.

When we reached the foothills that led to the bluff in my dreams, I drove Clarence ruthlessly. “Clarence, I will feed you double in the morning. Don’t let up now old man, we have a cat to save.”

I pulled leather atop the rise and left Clarence by a Juniper bush, climbing swiftly up the rocky way to the bluff. He was there, as I’d known he would be. His tail was swishing angrily as he peered down at the tableau below.

It was almost as it had been in my dream, but for one man who had been added. Sheriff Bannister warmed his hands at the fire and spoke to the rustlers as we watched. I could feel the tension coming from the jaguar and he gathered himself, preparing to spring.

I laid my hand on his shoulder. Slowly, eyes glowing with the blood lust from my dream, he turned his head toward me. One insistent word beat at my mind demanding…what? “…Change.”

He butted me with his head, driving me away from the edge of the cliff and down the slope. I half stumbled, trying to keep my footing at his aggressive shoves.

“Change,” he roared in my mind.


  1. Well there goes my theory...

  2. I don't have a theory at this point. I am still waiting to be surprised. It's moving along nicely Gem!

  3. Intriguing story, Gem. I also like your cover for Intimate Strangers.

  4. Yep, I'm with Alanna, my theory is gone...nice work, Gem!!

  5. The interesting thing about writing paranormal, you're not constrained by anything other than the lack of imagination.

    We'll see if I'm up to the task. Misery Hess challenges me to get her story right/write grrrrrrr!

  6. Gem, that is the beauty of writing paranormal, the imagination can rule!
    Great twist.


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