My first toe into the story writing pool.
Once upon a time… A rather rounded cat sat on a wall outside a shop.
His name was Ronald, and he was the colour of a ripe orange. Except for one paw, that was white, bright white.
Ronald wasn’t a stray cat, he belonged to the shop keepers Mr & Mrs Berry. He had a cat bed upon the counter and food behind it. Ronald preferred to sit outside, he liked the cold breeze bristling his whiskers, the feeling of sitting on the wall, an excellent vantage point, and occasionally the sunshine on his little paws.
Ronald watched every customer, wondering what they carried in their bags, he made up stories about what they had bought and their lives.
Today,Ronald has seen many of the villages residents.
Mr Colpepper lived at number 27 Lilly Lane. He always bought 2 tins of salmon, some white bread and a newspaper. Ronald imagined Mr Colpepper had a beautiful white Persian cat, named Ruby, that ate only salmon and read the newspaper whilst poor Mr Colpepper had to eat dry bread and wait his turn for the newspaper.
Mrs James had three children and lived in a little flat on Rose Terrace, her children were all very noisy and liked to pet Ronald with their sticky, gloopy little hands “Yuk, that’s another hour or two of cleaning” thought Ronald each time he heard them squealing down the street.
Mrs James bought a bottle of wine, some toilet rolls and the children screamed and screamed for sweets, she gave in every time. Ronald imagined Mrs James enjoyed drinking wine, after her horrible children had gone to bed. Mrs James had such sad eyes and rarely smiled. This troubled Ronald.
The last person Ronald saw, was his favourite, Mrs Lingtree from Iris Heights. She was very old, but made sure she saw Ronald every day.Mrs Lingtree always brought Ronald some chicken, taken from a little bag she kept in her raincoat pocket.
Mrs Lingtree, sat on the wall, and talked to Ronald about her day, and her plans. Ronald always listened very carefully.
Mrs Lingtree longed for her own cat, but unfortunately her landlord would not allow them in Iris Heights.
Seeing Ronald sitting on the wall every day made her very happy.
Ronald didn’t need to make up stories about Mrs Lingtree, he already knew everything.
“It can be quite exhausting all this thinking” thought Ronald as he strolled inside for his afternoon nap.