Hello all! Needless to say, I don't own TMM, and neither do I own… whatever I'm referencing in this flash-fic. If you know what I'm talking about, kudos to you. Anyway, this is a late entry for Kitty Kat K.O.'s Sudden But Necessary Flash Fic Contest, which requires a story of 1,000 words or less (this is 308 words, not including the A/N). I hope you enjoy it!
A handsome black cat was sitting on top of a low garden wall, sunning himself and licking his paws. There was nothing for him to do. He'd already chased a mouse down the alleyway next door, and the dog that lived across the street was inside, so he couldn't be teased. Such a shame…
Stretching, back muscles rippling, the cat noticed a human female walking down the path towards him, her red hair glinting in the sun. Perhaps she'd have pity and pet him, or at least give him some food. Ah! What was that dangling out of her bag? Some pink and red thing that looked almost like a mouse – he had to get it. He hunkered down into a hunter's crouch, waiting for the human girl to get closer… and closer…
Oblivious, the human girl walked down the street giggling to herself about some "date," or something. She drew level with the cat, her bag tucked under her arm. The cat's tail twitched, waiting for the moment to strike. Now! Powerful legs propelling him through the air, the cat lunged for the dangling object, his paws outstretched, about to sink his claws into his prize -
And the cat was sitting on a garden wall, sunning himself. Giving his head a little shake, he noticed that human girl hadn't noticed anything, but had gone up to the house across the street (the one with the stuck up dog) and rung the doorbell. Another women opened the door, and the first human asked about some "Aoyama" thing, but the house-owner was shaking her head, looking confused. The red-head human looked like she was going to cry, but the cat was suddenly preoccupied. There was no smell of dog coming from that house anymore. Oh well. Stretching luxuriously, the cat lept lightly to the ground, muttering to himself about troublesome programmers.