Writing Assignment

It was going to be a long day. But worth it, Cleo was sure. She new something was down there and if she had to sit on the lawn all day, well that is what she would do.



She cocked her head to hear the faint rustlings better. Her lips twitched involuntarily at the thought of the tasty catch that lurked under the earth, directly below her.



“ Cleo!!! Cleo come on in!”



Cleo sighed. Did SHE not understand that there work going on here. That Cleo was going to be too darn busy sitting here to ‘come in’ anywhere, unless, she thought, unless there is food. She stood up and stretched out finally feeling the chill of the damp grass beneath her and ambled inside. Lunch.



After lunch, Cleo once again meowed to be let out. Her befuddled human complied with a sigh and she ambled back out side to check the progress. She stood very still and cocked her head again. Yes, she could hear the sounds much better now. It was getting MUCH closer. Soon, she thought, soon you will be mine. She searched around till she was sure she was directly above the activity. She settled down and tucked in her little front paws.



Baffled chickadees swooped over her head on the way to the feeder. They couldn’t understand why they were not the objects of the cat’s attention.



The human came outside to ask her what was going on. Cleo answered with a twitch of her whiskers and that was it. The human asked if she wanted to come inside the house. Cleo ignored her. She could now FEEL something underneath her.



As the afternoon wore on, Cleo’s attention started to drift, the grass was cold beneath her and she could feel ants tickling her paws. Time for a good clean. She set to, starting at the left hindquarters and she soon became absorbed in her ablutions.



So absorbed that at first she didn’t notice the grass moving beside her. Did not notice the first little bits of dirt being pushed upwards. With a start she swung around and froze whiskers and ears straining. This was it, she thought gleefully, I will finally see and hopefully taste what lies beneath!



She watched the growing mound with fascination. Every muscle was tensed and ready. She could smell the creature, a loamy, musty scent. The dirt piled up and up, Cleo gathered her back legs up under her, ready to leap upon her prize.



Suddenly there was a commotion behind her. The human was yelling and laughing, “A mole, a mole!”

“Cleo, NOOOOO!” As a tiny pink nose poked up out of the mound of earth, and just as Cleo tensed for the catch, hands swooped down upon her and pulled up and away, away from the prize, she struggled and yowled in protest. She was taken inside and the glass door was slammed shut against her nose. What was the stupid human thinking! In frustrated helplessness, she watched the little creature peek up out of the dirt, then slowly snuffle back down and gone. Gone from her clutches.



Stupid human.

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