Hullo.
Prompt: --
Vocab: deft (adj), discretion (n), dynamic (adj), discern (v), dubious (adj)
Grammar Focus: lose/loose; use a hyphen to connect two dependent adjectives
Isaac Bade-
Hallway, stairs, banister, kitchen. I smiled a good-morning at Aunt Gaile.
"Quite the bedhead, dear."
She was cooking pancakes, and a plate full of bacon sat on the countertop next to her. There was too much food for only two people, but that didn't matter. What we didn't eat would go into the fridge. This was what we did every Saturday. (Note that it was Aunt Gaile's idea, and was done with complete discretion. I think she thought it would be good to have one thing that wasn't so dynamic at that point. Regardless, I appreciated it more than she could know.)
I stepped around her, snatching a piece of bacon as she deftly flipped a pancake. Opening the fridge, I took some milk and poured it out into a small soup bowl, then stepped around to the back door.
"You know Isaac," she said, "keep feeding that cat and it'll keep coming back." I smirked; we both knew that that was absolutely the point.
Sure enough, as soon as I set the milk on the back step, an old black cat slunk out from under the porch, took one seemingly dubious sniff at the dish, then began lapping it up. It was easy to discern that this was one cliché neither of us wanted to lose. I sat on the rickety boards of the porch, against the back wall of the house, and looked out at my forest-y backyard. When the cat finished, it came and curled up next to me, loose fur coming off in the breeze as it began its winter coat. It pressed itself against my leg and I scratched it behind the ears. The cat immediately started purring. I grinned. Wuss-Puss.
Wuss-Puss was the nickname I gave the cat a few years ago, just before the Disaster. I'd just seen the movie "Coraline" (which was beautiful, by the way) and couldn't resist making the reference.
After a few minutes, I collected the bowl and left Wuss-Puss outside. (He sat and meowed at the door, clearly smelling the bacon.)
"Sixteen-year-old cat, sixteen-year-old kid," Aunt Gaile said. "You two are a perfect match."
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