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Rated: 18+ · Short Story · Animal · #2071615
A short story about a cat who inadvertently goes missing!
Mary looked wistfully at the empty wine bottle she was holding in her hand, and then stole a glance at her phone which lay in front of her on the coffee table. The time read 01:24. It was late and she knew she ought to be getting home. As she put the glass to her lips and finished off the last of the wine, she looked around the room with a puzzled look on her face. “What’s up?”, asked Alan. Mary put the wine glass down and stood up, looking around again, before promptly settling back on the floor again. “Where’s Venus?”, she squealed. Venus was Alan’s cat and Mary absolutely adored her. There was no way she was going home without saying goodbye to her favourite cat. In fact, Alan was under no illusions here. Mary and he were very good friends but it was Venus she really loved. He often wondered if it was actually really Venus who she came round to see, rather than him but he didn’t mind. He loved Venus and knew the almost mesmerising hold she had over people.

This silly cat was an out and out attention seeker and was never happier than in a room where people were so it was strange that she couldn’t be located in the lounge. Both Alan and Mary were by now searching round the room, although neither wanted to get up as both had had a bit to drink. Eventually Mary decided that someone ought to move. “Why don’t you go upstairs and see if she’s in your bedroom”, she suggested. This was obviously more of an instruction than a request but the darn cat obviously wasn’t in the lounge so Alan got up off the floor where he had been sitting since they’d got in from the pub, and made his way out of the lounge and up the stairs. Mary continued to look round the lounge under the table and behind chairs from her position on the floor in front of the fireplace. She could hear movement upstairs and then the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. She looked up as Alan came back into the room hoping to see Venus sitting in his arms. “What about the kitchen?”, she asked after she’d registered that the cat was still missing. “I’ve looked there”, Alan replied sternly. “Why don’t you get off your arse and give us a hand”.

Although neither front nor back door had been open since Venus had greeted them a couple of hours ago, and there was nothing really to be worried about, it was quite out of character for Venus to be hiding. Not long ago she’d been strutting round the lounge lapping up the attention Mary was giving her. By now both Alan & Mary were up searching every nook and cranny of the rooms downstairs.

Suddenly Mary let out a gasp. Alan looked at her quizzically and then laughed. "What the hell's up with you" he asked. "It moved" yelled Mary. "My coat, it moved". Mary stood looking at the sofa with her arm outstretched pointing at her furry coat. Alan wasn't quite sure why she was pointing as he was quite sure he knew what her coat looked like. As he glanced over, he did a double take and then looked back at Mary with a grin on his face. Mary was also smiling. There stretched out on the coat, perfectly camouflaged against the black and white checked pattern was a rather sleepy cat, oblivious to the two people who had spent the last few minutes looking for her. Mary went over to the sofa, carefully picked Venus up and gave her a warm hug. This was one adorable cat and Mary loved her. It was funny moments like this that made Venus the special cat she was.

Within half an hour, as Alan climbed into bed, he heard the shrill tone his phone made when he received a text message. The message was from Mary. "I'm home safe. Say goodnight to Venus for me *Smile* ". Alan smiled and put his phone back on the bedside table, gave Venus a hug and promptly fell asleep.

Word Count 700

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