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Cat Nap [MultiFormat]
eBook by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: Mr. Triwell found the cat, Missy, on the beach, obviously abandoned by her former owners. But when the owners returned to the beachfront town nearly a year later, they want their cat back. Missy doesn't want to leave--and she has some secrets of her own.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Kittens, Cats, and Crime, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005
59 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [29 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [34 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [15 KB]
, Portable Document Format (PDF) [204 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [16 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [76 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [87 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [95 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [45 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [13 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [17 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [45 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [26 KB]
Words: 5078
Reading time: 14-20 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"'Cat Nap' by Kristine Kathryn Rusch, [is] a moving and lyrical tale of a deeply sad man's love for his formerly abused cat."--Booklist
She sleeps in the sun, oblivious to all she has wrought. Her white fur glistens in the light, a stark contrast to the rich wood floor beneath her. Occasionally the breeze blowing in through the open window catches her. She raises her small triangular-shaped head, ears up, and sniffs, delicately, as if the air had a bouquet, like wine, that she could accept or reject.
Then she puts her head down, sighs heavily, and falls back to sleep. Her body twitches--dreams, I know--but their content remains a mystery. Does she have nightmares about those days she spent roadside, waiting for someone to find her? Does she run from unseen predators? Cower from yelling voices? Or are her dreams happy places, filled with hummingbirds and flowers and all the food she can eat? I do not know and I do not want to know. I like to pretend she is happy here, even in sleep, untormented by memories that would bother humans until the day they died.
* * * *The first time I saw her, she was chasing sandpipers on the beach. She was fat and sleek and pampered, so fat that she couldn't catch the birds--probably a good thing, since they would have pecked her to death if she had even come close to them. For weeks after that, she haunted the beach like a thinning white wraith. I saw her on my daily walks, flitting in and out of the rocks, or sitting roadside and staring at the highway as if waiting for her salvation.
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