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The Prey (A very short story)

The Prey

She sits on the ridge overlooking the valley below. Still as silence, her ears pick up the tiniest rustling off to the left. Her nose twitches as she catches a slight smell of the nervous creature scuttling away from her.

Her ears twitch as she catches another sound, louder and less cautious than the small mouse she let get away. Her body tenses. Ready to leap or run, depending on whether the movement in front of her becomes prey or predator.

Crouching in the tall dry grass, she watches with intensity as a large shadow emerges from the bushes below. A human. She sniffs the air and catches a familiar scent. Her human. Is the human looking for her? Maybe.

She watches her human walk to a large rock and sits down. Suddenly she smells something heavenly. Food! Her human has food. How long has it been since she’s eaten? A long time. Her stomach gives off a small rumble. She is so hungry.

Cautiously she slinks toward the human, she doesn’t want to be spotted. Not yet. Not a sound she makes as she slowly gets nearer.

The human moves and she stops, shifting her body lower to the ground. Her muscles quiver with the effort to hold still. Her long tail behind her like a velvet rope, still.

Suddenly she hears a soft murmur. Her human, calling her name. She dares not move in case she’s spotted. Let the human call for her. She will respond when she’s ready, if at all. She hears her name once more, louder now. As if that will force her to move. No! She must be careful.

Once again she smells food, stronger now as she is closer. Ah, how nice it will be to eat once more. She must be strong. Slowly her foot moves forward. Then again. As if in slow motion her body slithers through the long grass toward the rock.

The human reaches down and places something on the rock next to them. A trick? To try to catch her unawares? Never! She is too smart for that. She stops and crouches down as the human moves slightly. The smell of whatever was left on the rock almost too much to bear.

She must have that food or she will perish! It’s been so long since she last ate! When was it? She tries to remember. She can’t think with that smell wafting down to her. She will have it. Now!

Her whole body starts to quiver. Her butt moving back and forth, her tail twitching. She must chance it. Human or no human she must have what smells so enticing! Her back-end moves faster, her legs tense, ready for the jump.

She springs! As she lands on the rock she has the piece of fish in her mouth within seconds. Ahhhh, such delicacy! Such flavors!

The human laughs.  “Slow down! You just ate this morning, silly cat.”






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Better Late Than Never

I am running so behind today. Things have come up that I have had no control over and it’s driving me insane!

So, instead of the post I was going to do, I am going to settle for this. Forgive me people. I had limited time to do this in, but I wanted/needed a post for today.

So here are some fun stuff with cats and dogs, in comic form. I told you I had limited time!











Funny Dog Pictures With Captions (15)


Hopefully tomorrow I can resume my normal writing life. See you then!



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The Daily Post photo challenge this week is: contrasts

Here is my contribution.


(c) JLPhillips 2013
(c) JLPhillips 2013


My dog Sam and my cat Pouncer sharing the same sunbeam. Now they are a contrast as their personalities are such that this sharing is a very rare occurrence.


Mother Natures Art (c) JLPhillips 2013 A Canadian sunset
Mother Natures Art (c) JLPhillips 2013 A Canadian sunset


I love this picture I took last year of a sunset off my patio. The bare trees are a sharp contrast against the beautiful fiery sunset.


JLPhillips 2013 (c)
JLPhillips 2013 (c)


My mother, who will be 85 this year. A woman of many contrasts. She can be the nicest person in the world. Just don’t dare cross her!  My mother and I have had our difficulties in the past, but she is the strongest woman I know as she has overcome so many things in her life. She is only 4’11, but she is a giant in personality.

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: Week 10

This week I am participating for the first time in Cee’s Odd Ball photo challenge. Something different for me. Hope you enjoy my pictures.

Thank you Cee for having such fun challenges!

What's up there???
What’s up there???

I have no idea what Notwen is looking at, as I saw nothing up on the ceiling, but he was fascinated.

What is it??
What is it??

Can anyone guess what this is?? I know what it is, but I thought it might be fun to see if anyone can figure it out.


Now why did I take a picture of this??
Now why did I take a picture of this??


It’s part of my sidewalk next to my house. I have no idea why I took a picture of it! LOL



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NaPoWriMo Day 15 Poem ~~~ Two Kittens

Today’s poem I have tried to follow the NaPoWriMo website’s prompt. As I have no idea what I am doing half the time, I sure hope this works.

Today, I challenge you to write a poem in Terza Rima. This form was invented by Dante, and used in The Divine Comedy. It consists of three-line stanzas, with a “chained” rhyme scheme. The first stanza is ABA, the second is BCB, the third is CDC, and so on. No particular meter is necessary, but English poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter (iambic pentameter is like the Microsoft Windows of English poetry). One common way of ending a Terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own, rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza.


(c) JLPhillips 2013, Pouncer and Notwen, innocent looking right?
(c) JLPhillips 2013, Pouncer and Notwen, innocent looking right?

Two Kittens

Once in a barn, in a pile of hay, sat two kittens
Brother and sister, twins I was sure
I knew I had to have them, I was truly smitten

I’ll take them both I said to mother cat
And give them lots of love and care
She stared at me,  flicked her tail and sat

I bought them treats and a place to climb
Then took them home with me
Two little furry bundles, kitty love is so sublime

A few days later I gave them names
To fit their different kitty natures
As they slept and played their kitten games

The male was Notwen, the female Pouncer
So much alike,  so different in ways
Playing and tumbling, he could never trounce her

They are years older now, still together
They don’t play as much, but still
Where one is the other, always in fetter

So glad I got those two kittens whom I fell for against my will

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 6 ~~~ Outside My Window

Hello people!

Hope your weekend thus far has been super good! Today I am taking a prompt from the NaPoWriMo website for my poem.

Take a good look outside your window. Spend a minute or so jotting down all the nouns you see outside. Tree. Car. Bus. Dog. Then spend a minute or so writing down all the colors you see. Finally, think about taking place outside. Is the wind blowing? “Blow.” Is someone walking their dog? “Walk.” Spend a minute or so writing down these verbs. Now you’ve got a whole list of words from which to build a poem, mixing and matching as you go. Happy writing!


You would think I didn’t see a lot from looking out my window here in my writing room. It looks out the back of my place and all you see is coolies and tall dried grass right now. But if you sit, like I do and just watch, you might be amazed at how busy it actually is out there.


JLPhillips (c) 2014
JLPhillips (c) 2014





Outside My Window

Spring blue skies, clouds bustling by

The wind blows them across, like white dandelion fluff

Brown dried grass in the coolies dances in rhythm

Wind plays with the hair of the ground, teasing, tossing

I watch as a hawk slowly drifts in circles

Then another and another joins it

Doing acrobatics, glinting in the sun

Their cries a triumph of joy and freedom

Reach my ears as I squint against the glare

A lazy fly buzzes near, landing and preening

It’s iridescent wings of flight, to quickly move on

A rustling is heard beyond the picket fence, slowly it draws near

Stealthy and slowly I watch a pair of yellow eyes as they

Transform into a sleek gray form, a panther in another life perhaps

The whiskers of white, twitch, once, twice, thrice

Its eyes spot me in the window, as I hold still and breathe softly

A gaze of mysterious thoughts watch me steadily, not blinking

With a flick of a long tail I am dismissed, not worthy of stalking

Spring is slowly stretching a winter sleep from its midst.

I smile to myself, taking a slow sip from a fragrant cup

Life is awake and well outside my window today


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The Cat People of Kagir Manor – Part 7

Hello people! Here is the last installment of the Cat People of Kagir Manor! Let us know what you think!



If you haven’t read the other parts you can find them here:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part 6

As light from the weak sun filtered through the window of the room, Michael rose and woke the other men. He gathered them in the back corner where he was certain they could not be heard from the bugs in the room. He explained to them just what was going to happen.

He told them what Kali had said and showed them the potion that one of them would be drinking to save his life. Roger was the most vocal and had to be calmed down several times by the others. It only confirmed Michael’s earlier thoughts about who was going to escape.

His other three friends agreed after some debate. Roger was in a bit of a snit because of their assessment of his…

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor ~~ Part 6

The Cat People of Kagir Manor ~~ Part 6


If you haven’t read the other parts you can find them here:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

What was Kali warning him of exactly and why?

You have one opportunity to escape Michael, but only one of you will be successful. As a group you will have to make a difficult choice.”

Michael could imagine the ensuing conversation when he told the others what Kali imparted to him just now. He thought Roger was sure to go into a complete panic. The last thing they would want is a panicky man in a beige body suit, not a good sight at all.

Those of you who do not make it will become like me. Our lives are one of servitude Michael. We receive nothing but abuse from the Cats, some of us who have challenged their authority have met with horrible deaths.”

What happens when your time is up?” Michael asked.

As I said we are ’reborn’ as Catfranka likes to call it or if we are ‘stale’, we are thrown into the pit where the Cats draw lots to see who gets to kill us, and you’ve seen cats play with their prey Michael, it is not a pretty sight.” Kali shuddered at the thought.

When will all this happen Kali?”

Tomorrow is a ‘reborn’ day and I know there are at least five Purrs who will not be reborn. That means you five will become Purrs.”

With that being said, Kali led Michael back to his room and silently left again.

Michael lay down on top of his cot after Kali slipped away. His mind was full of questions and denials and fear. Fear for his friends, as he was the one who convinced them to come with him to this crazy Manor. Now what was he to do? How was he supposed to choose who lives and who dies?

Kali was quite firm in that only one of them were to live, only one of them was to escape this madhouse. Michael knew that he was not going to be the one to survive. He couldn’t do that to his friends. He would accept his fate as well as he could. If he had not been fascinated with the tale of the Witch they all would be safe at home, perhaps lifting a brew at the local hangout. Now he had a choice to make. One of life and death.

He thought of each of his friends with fondness. They had not blamed him for their trouble, except maybe Roger. But then Roger complained about everything. The others just took it in stride because they were mostly like Michael himself.

They made their decision and dealt with it the best they could. Roger though, was known for his complaints and over the top stories. Not that Roger was a liar exactly. Just that he liked to embellish his stories a bit too much. With Roger himself as the hero, of course. 

Michael’s mind suddenly clicked. He knew who he was going to save. Roger! The decision was really quite easy once he thought it through. Michael didn’t want someone who was going to tell what happened here and be believed! Why? Simple really.

If they were believed, Michael thought, they would search for the others. They would search for the Manor and Catfranka and Michael couldn’t let that happen! If Roger was the one that lived and he told his story, no one would believe him. No one would come searching. No one else would have to die.

As for him and his other four friends. People would simply think they had run off to the big city like they always threatened they would. Their families would miss them of course. They would even look for them, but not in the marsh and not in the woods where the Manor hid.


This story is a collaboration between Michael at Morpethroad and Jackie at To Breath Is To Write. It began when we realized our Friday Fictioneer stories


Had a common ground and decided to try our hand at writing a story from this base. So this is the fruit of our labors, a lot of fun and always a pleasant exercise.

Part 7 (which is the final part) continues tomorrow on Michael’s blog. Please come back! We also love comments so don’t be shy! Don’t miss the ending!

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor – Part 5

The story continues with Part 5 today!


The Cat People of Kagir Manor

Part 5


If you haven’t read the other parts you can find them here:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part 4 –

After a short time, the door opened and in came the Purrs. They were pushing a large trolley on which was a variety of dishes, some steaming hot, others appearing to be cold.

They pushed the trolley into the centre of the room, then stood back as if expecting a rush to be made on the food.

The men looked curiously at the fare before them.

Never before had they seen food of this kind. The plates were adorned with foods of the brightest colours as if the chef had painted every dish a different colour.

Some appeared to be a meat of some kind, others were very vegetable in appearance and some were a food the men had never…

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor ~~ Part 4

If you haven’t read the other parts you can find them here:

Part one

Part two

Part three


The Cat People of Kagir Manor

With two Purrs either side of them, they were powerless to stop what was happening as the Purrs stripped each man of their clothing. As the Purrs removed the clothing of the men,  they chatted back and forth amongst themselves showing little interest in the men themselves, but more on getting the job done.

Stripped naked the men were taken into the bathroom and told to shower. Once clean they were taken back to their respective beds and dressed in their new garments.

Michael’s blue outfit, a one-piece body type suit, was a good fit but he was feeling very conspicuous in it. The other men were dressed in red, green, yellow, and an unfortunate beige on Roger but as Michael thought, Roger was a beige sort of guy.

As Phil, in red stated, “It could have been worse, they could have been hot pink.”

The Purrs, satisfied they had completed their tasks, then left the room, the door closing behind them with a resounding bang. The men in their colourful attire looked at each other. Forcing themselves momentarily to stifle laughter at each other’s appearance. They did each giggle at the sight of one another as none of the men could brag a physique that warranted being found in a body suit. Their own clothes had long disappeared while they were in the shower and so they could do nothing else other than wait the next development.

After the first few minutes of laughing at each other’s outfits a silence fell among the men. Phil, who was closest to the door, stepped over to it and quietly tried the handle. Just as he suspected it was locked. 

Motioning for the other four to follow him Michael walked to the farthest wall away from the locked door. Huddling together, Michael whispered, “I wonder what will happen next?”

Phil whispered back, “Why are we whispering?”

“They probably have the room bugged.” Michael answered softly, while looking around the room. 

“Camera’s too, I imagine.” Roger whined.

All five of the men looked around, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and just a bit frightened. They could see nothing obvious, but they were in a witches manor, so who knew what was real and what wasn’t.

Michael’s mind went to Catfranka, again seeing her beautiful face and long silver hair. He wondered how that hair would feel against his skin. Shaking the wandering thought out of his mind, he walked towards the door and knocked with the hope someone would answer.

There wasn’t an answer to the knock, but the men heard a slight whooshing sound behind them as a large TV screen opened against one wall. They unconsciously grouped tighter together as the screen flickered, then came to life. An old man’s faced loomed large on the screen. He didn’t look like one of the cat people; he looked human. 

“Good evening, gentlemen. I do hope you find your accommodations comfortable.”

The old man’s voice was strong, yet gentle. His aged face was deeply lined with wrinkles. His blue eyes were bright and youthful and full of intelligence. He looked like a kindly grandfather with steel-gray hair hanging just a bit long.

Phil spoke up first, “Who are you and why is our door locked?”

“My name is Shatar, I am Catfranka’s shaman. As for your door being locked, that is for your own protection, for now. Our people don’t trust humans, so until we determine you will not harm us, you will be quarantined.”

“Quarantined! I would think it is we who should be in need of protection! Not the other way around!” Michael spoke with righteous vigour.

Shatar smiled gently, “You are Catfranka’s honoured guests, you will not be harmed. Unless she states otherwise.”

Shatar waited a moment for the information he just shared to sink into the men.

You will stay in the room until such time as they determine your threat to them. Be patient, don’t do anything silly, a meal will be sent in to you very shortly.” With that said, his image vanished from the screen and the men were left alone.

Again, they huddled in the far corner whispering to each other.

It’s your fault Michael, you were the one to say we should come here.” said a disgruntled Roger.

It was clear, thought Michael, that the beige was too much for Roger and he was allowing it to get the better of him.

We were all curious,” said Michael, “There was never pressure for any of you to come. We are here now and we have to make the best of this situation, I don’t trust any of those cats, never been a big cat lover.”

The others nodded their acquiescence to their predicament except for Roger, who continued to grumble away to himself.


This story is a collaboration between Michael at Morpethroad and myself. It began when we realized our Friday Fictioneer stories


Had a common ground and decided to try our hand at writing a story from this base. So this is the fruit of our labors, a lot of fun and always a pleasant exercise.

Part 5 will continue the story tomorrow on Michael’s  blog. Please keep reading and we love comments!  Thank you.

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Feb 7, 2014

Hello people! I’m earlier than usual with my Friday Fictioneer story, but I’m having a super busy week and I didn’t want to take the chance of missing it. It’s a hard one too this week, well for me it is. I really had to think about it.

If you would like to read more great stories based on the same picture or maybe participate, click here  to read the few rules we try to follow and don’t forget to read our hostess’s great story too! If you just want to read more stories, click here and enjoy!

One more thing, if you like FF’s, Michael from Morpethroad and I did a longer story based on a couple of our Friday Fictioneer flash stories. If you would like to read it, please click the name The Cat People of Kagir Manor and we would be happy to have you read it. Thanks!


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)




Copyright – Dawn M. Miller
Copyright – Dawn M. Miller


Genre: Fiction (99 words)

“That old hotel had some pretty good lamps left Helen.”

“Sure did Sam! We should make one more run, ‘fore it gets blown up today.”

“Was talking to those demolition guys yesterday. It’s not scheduled till 3 pm.”

“Lot’s of time left. We should stop for a burger first.”

After burgers and cokes Helen and Sam snuck unnoticed into the old hotel to grab the rest of their loot.

A few blocks away the demolition boss spoke to his men.

“I know its early Bill, but it’s all clear, might as well get it done.”

Minutes later the hotel was just dust and rubble.

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The Cat People of Kagir Manor – Part 3

Part 3 of the Cat People of Kagir Manor! This is an ongoing story Michael and I wrote. Please give it a read and let us know what you think! Part 4 coming soon! Thank you!



To catch up with the previous parts

With the echoes of Hotel California in his mind Michael turned to see his four friends all looking towards him as if seeking direction and god forbid, guidance.

There was a cat like utterance heard and suddenly there was movement in the room. The guests all went back to what they were doing before the men arrived. Michael and his friends became aware of a new movement in the room.

Around the perimeter of the room was a line of smaller cat like creatures. The men were later to learn that these were the servant class or the ‘Purrs’, which had its own irony, as they didn’t purr at all. They spoke in low squeak tones, a language that was unique to them. They were overseen by the one cat person who most intimidated Michael and his friends.

This was Silkis…

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