My Chosen One

I am a God.

You might be wondering, If you're a God, why're you in a cage?

Fair question.

I like it here. There are benefits. Meals are timely. There's no Dogs.

Still, I tire of it. I want to roam, stretch my claws. So, today, I shall Bless someone, and the Chosen One will take me to their home, where they can worship me properly.

I let several pass without extending them any notice. Poor wretches. They'll lead godless lives, bereft of me.

One comes I like the look of. I'll not let him walk by; I'll Hook him. I saunter forth, where he can see me better. Enough to have him enthralled to me. To be certain, I bless him with a Slow Blink.

He stops, looks at me. Fool! Medusa-like, I've trapped him.

Now he's seen my glory, he won't be parted from me for long. Anything more I bestow on him now is my whimsy. The "brrrp". The wave through these bars to pat his ungainly fleshy paw with my immaculate one.

That's right, you're mine, I tell him, hooking one claw gently so he feels it against his skin. His gaze wanders down the row to other, lesser creatures. I tighten my grip and harden my gaze. No! You. Are. Mine.

Obedient, he looks back to me and rubs my chin. I forgive him.

I stand proudly to summon the staff, waving my tail. They scurry to do my bidding.

I'll have a scratch post and a Tree, I tell him. He murmurs what must be assent. I'll go where I like, indoors or out, and sleep wherever I please. He doesn't contradict me, I've Chosen well. I tell him what food I like, so he'll be well-stocked prior to my blessed arrival.

Graciously, I let him leave, keeping my gaze on him so he knows he's still Mine, body and soul, wherever his big clumsy feet might take him.

After a snack, there is little to do but wait, until these mortal servants rearrange the world around me 'til I'm in my chosen place.

I nap.

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Word count: (excluding author's note): 366

Submitted on: 11th May at 23:36

*Quick Author's Note*

First, and most importantly: thank you so much for reading my story! The ha'penny that Vocal will pay me for your eyes will be well spent. I've been thinking of buying another golden yacht for my cat.

If you enjoyed this one, the best compliment you can give me is to share it, or read another! Here is another one I did lately I was pleased with:

A Year of Stories: I'm writing a story every day this year. This one continues my 132 day streak since 1st January!

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Rachel Deeming

Gerard DiLeo

The story behind the story: As we all know, you don't "adopt" a cat. A cat adopts you.

'In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.'

— Terry Pratchett

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Thank you again! Most especially if you are one of the wonderful people who has been staunchly reading these daily scribbles since the start of the year. I see you, and appreciate you 😁

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