I thought I’d do something different this time and post a short story about my cats. I’ve been writing stories about them for years. I wrote this a while back and it’s crazy, as I like to make up goofy stories about them according to their personalities. I’m posting this in two parts so it isn’t too long. Thanks for putting up with me. Fell free to leave comments below.
Ceaser walked around surveying his domain. Comet, his assistant, stands ready, pistol on her hip.
Cats lounged about the broken pavement and dented trashcans. The alley behind the local deli was their hangout and home.
Ceaser lit up a cigar, his foot perched on a discarded stump as he bent in conference with Comet. As they talked, a shiny black car cruised down the alley, going slow, the silver wheels glinting in the sunlight. Their eyes turned to the car as Wizard drove up in his pimpmobile, his pink fedora cocked on his head, the feathers fluttering in a burst of wind.
“Now you get on over there darlin’ and get some rest for tonight,” the black cat sashayed out and opened the heavy door, a couple of sexy felines got out dressed in leather mini-skirts. They strutted off toward the brothel as Ceaser walked up, followed by Comet.
“Hey, bro, what brings you out to this part of the alley? You know some of these cats don’t take too kindly to you pimping around here.”
“That’s right,” Comet jumped in, “You’re in dangerous territory, too soft for this neighborhood.”
Ceaser, Comet, Wizard
Wizard shook his head, leaning back on his slick black Cadillac. He took off his large felt hat with a flourish, the puffy pink feather hitting Comet across the nose. “What you mean, man?” he said. “I’m just dropping some ladies off.”
“You watch that feather,” Comet growled, a hand on her hip touching the butt of her gun. She backed up to lean against the warehouse door, eyebrows creased, on alert.
“One of these cool hats might brighten up your outfit, girl,” Wizard swaggered over to look Comet in the eye, twirling his hat around in his hand.
“Who is going to listen to me in some sissy hat like that? You bring me cowboy leather and maybe we can talk. It’ll go better with my boots and holster.”
“When you going to show a little leg?” Wizard asks. “Golly girl, what’s the matter with you?”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with me. You best get in that fancy car and get outta our neighborhood.”
“Come on now,” Ceaser intervened, puffing his cigar, hanging from the edge of his mouth. “This is my bro you sassing to.”
“I was goin’ anyway,” Wizard replies and ambled over to the waiting car. “I’ll be back later to pick those girls up.”
Comet kicked a few cans and went on down the alley to start a little trouble with some cool cats down at the other end. They’re sitting around downing some alcohol, and shooting the bull, bragging about last night’s affairs.
“Don’t go sticking your nose into their business, you hear Comet.” Ceaser warned her as she strutted off.
"Just keepin’ everyone in line,” Comet glanced back, her gray fur bristling. “Makin’ sure they know who the boss is in this alley.” The soles of her boots clicked against the cement, silence falling over the group as she drew closer.
“Hey Poncie, Unkie, how you guys?” She looked into their eyes, drooping and bloodshot, their clothes rumpled and smelling of whiskey. They passed around a warm beer offering her some.
“Nah thanks. You cats have a rough night?”
“Lookin’ for Poncie’s fountain of youth,” Unkie shrugged. “Not found it so far.”
“Hey Squeaky, you okay girl?” Comet nudged the black ball of fur with her boot. “You lookin’ rougher than them. Why don’t you go inside and sleep?”
“I’m okay here, leave me alone,” Squeaky managed to get out before she puked against the wall.
Comet backed up and tried to ignore that. She didn’t want any vomit splatter on her boots. How much info can I get out of these pitiful cats? She decided to venture another question. “Anybody seen Ringtail and Missy?”
“They was smooching it up downtown last I saw of them,” Poncie answered his voice more of a croak, as he spit beer to the side. He nudged his partner and they snickered.
“Everybody clean up. Ceaser’s havin’ a meetin’ this afternoon,” Comet announced. “Pass the word around to the others.” She left them in their misery and gave the tin cans another kick as she headed back to find Ceaser leaning up again to the warehouse door, the cigar hanging loosely on his lips with a gray curl of smoke drifting skyward.
“You pass the word around?” Ceaser asked as he pulled her close and nipped at her ear.
“Yeah, but those cats are in bad shape. Not sure half of them will show up. Maybe we better postpone the meetin’ until tomorrow, give everyone a chance to recoup from Mama Wong’s party.”
Ceaser and Comet
“I’m top cat here. They better come when I call.” Ceaser nuzzled Comet’s neck, “Why don’t we go upstairs a while, darlin’?”
“Who’s goin’ to keep everyone in line?”
“No, anyone but her. We don’t get along at all,” Comet complained. “I always have to remind her I’m the boss, know what I mean? How about Tootie?”
“Maybe so,” Comet considered that point.
“Aw now you’re not jealous of Koki are ya, Comet, sweetie?” Ceaser licked her on the cheek. “You know I only have eyes for you.”
“Then you ask her. I’ll meet you upstairs.” Comet winked and swayed her hips as she slinked off to the door and disappeared inside.
Ceaser looked over at Koki sitting on a barrel whittling a point on a stick and wondered what that was for as he walked over.