100 Tales 79
Losing My Mind
I walked along the winter forest, plodding through bushes and all that kind of foresty stuff. I was walking towards the place where the human neighborhoods started; along the place where the first, big house was.
I walked through the snow, in the trail I had made days before. It was a nice trail. The snow was deep, but my trail was wide and therefore, it was a good place to be walking. My tail swished through the trees' low branches.
I emerged out into the clearing with my favourite tree in it, and with the human house. Only…. something was different. I sniffed the air. Danger scent. I looked out into the bushes across the driveway of the house, startled when I saw a pair of malicious yellow eyes staring back at my big blue ones.
Finally, I was able to shake myself off of the scary glare, and my instincts came back to me.
I decided to run.
I wasn't sure what that cat was doing there, but it could only be for something bad. It started to get colder, and I fluffed up my fur.
When I was sure that I had gone a long way, I sat down for a little bit to rest. I licked my paws for a bit to get the ice out of my pads, and then I looked, wide-eyed, back behind me. My trained eyes searched through the undergrowth, and to my horror, I saw them.
The yellow eyes.
Not only that, but other eyes, too.
All the eyes of the cats who were coming for me.
I got up and started racing through the forest. They had just been strolling leisurely when I saw them; not too fast but not too slow, either.
The day progressed much like this. I ran, sat down for a bit of a break, and then got going yet again.
I kept seeing the eyes. Am I going nuts?! Am I losing my mind?! I wondered desperately.