Written 23 December 2018
That fucking cat.
This was the second time it had bought Xerxes into the house. It had bitten her pretty hard, as well, so her already slow progress across the wooden floor was even more laboured.
She knew she didn't have long. The giant foot would arrive once more and lob her outside. Sure enough she was scooped up and back out into the cold Xerxes barely survived the impact against the coarse garden fence. She lay there for a couple of days, hidden amongst the overgrown flower bed. Nursing her wounds. Getting stronger.
She was finally up and about, sampling the local cuisine and planning her escape from this garden, when that furry beast had grabbed her again.
There wasn't really any rhyme or reason to why the cat did it. It's not like it had any intention of eating Xerxes, and it gave up on playing with her almost immediately. And now here she was once more. Desperately scrambling for cover before the foot arrived, leaving a slime trail behind her for good measure.
Vibrations. That could only mean one thing. Xerxes tried to find some cover, but she just wasn't designed to move quickly. The vibrations were getting louder and louder, she was never going to make it. Defeating sounds now, a looming shadow.
“Eeuurgh!”
Xerxes was barely hanging on. The impact from the foot had almost burst her. She knew she wouldn't be able to survive the resulting throw out into the garden.
“Poppins, you piece of shit. Why do you keep bringing slugs in? What's the fucking point?”
Xerxes tried to get away, but she just couldn't move at all. She was being picked up in a tissue. The paper stuck to her, coarse and irritating. This is exactly how it went down last time. She smelt the beautiful fresh air once more. And now she was flying. Soaring through the air with as much grace as she could muster, trying to be beautiful in her final moments before crashing head first into a tree.