The Cat

by Clayton Parrish

In Life's little meanings the dust-bunnies are holding a concert under my bed, beckoning their friends to join the party. Unbeknownst to them, the cat has decided to play a game of ping pong and they are all invited. Back and forth, back and forth they go. In a vain attempt to save themselves they cling, holding on for dear life to this marauder, hoping, praying that they can survive this torturous game. The cat explodes suddenly into the air, twisting and turning, trying desperately to elude his attackers. Nothing works. In sheer panic he claws and gouges to dislodge these unruly partygoers. He tears them to pieces and stands over their broken remains. Satisfied that Duty has been done, he sneezes and walks away.