Lady Day Shocked

For this one, I had a picture of a surprised looking victorian kitten who looks exactly like my Lady Day. So I wrote this:



The Fairies



Lady Day is nearly two years old. Her favorite expression is “shocked”. She is surprised and delighted by everything: a stray thread on the Mamas’ garment, a bottle cap o the linoleum floor. Her way of talking is in chirps and purrs and she loves to roll about on the floor. Her favorite pastime is making muffins. Since she is inside all day long she doesn’t get to play in the grass or the flowers, she is always in trouble for eating the flowers that the blue mama brings home because that makes her tummy hurt and she makes a mess from her throat which her brother eats.
When the mamas make the prayer magic, lady always sits like a little hen o her leopard-print stool, paws tucked under. The red mama is shaking her finger at Lady.
“They won’t come because the little Lady will hunt them.”
Lady is a very good hunter. She likes to hunt dust freckles in the rays of lights that come through the window, and her brothers tail. The red mama sounded sad.
“Oh well, I guess they won’t come to this house.”
As they extinguished the lights of the room, Lady curled in tighter.
She thought “Yes, it’s better this way.”

Lady woke with a start. She looked over at her brother sprawled out on the rug, fat blob of tiger fur rising up and falling with congested breath. And then the tiny lights came, far from her and then next to her, glowing dust freckles that got bigger and bigger until they sprouted little limbs and wings.
Lady, for one, was Shocked.