artisticrainey Messages: 1228 Registered: July 2012 Location: Northern Ireland
Karma:
Field Commander Switzerland
Sunday, August 5, 2068, 8:00 a.m. local time, Kansas (6:00 am August 5, Los Angeles; Monday, August 6 , 1:00 a.m., Tracy Island)
The cat finished cleaning her four kittens. She had moved them under the workbench in the corner when she felt the wrongness in the air. Then the noise had come and the things flying through the air. Now it was quiet again. All of her kittens were safe. They had finished feeding and were now sleeping in a heap by the wall. She was going to go out to hunt while she could.
The placed she hunted in was different. Part of it was outside now. Before there had been walls. Some of the big noisy things were gone or in different places. Some of them were on their sides. But there were still enough mice for her to catch one and eat her fill. She maneuvered under the machines towards her favorite hunting area. There was always grain that fell from the trucks and machines so there were always mice there.
Her kittens were too small for her to start to teach them to hunt. So, after eating, she headed back to her kittens without doing any more hunting.
She trotted past one machine and jumped up on another. Unfortunately, the cultivator had been hit by the tractor, which had then been thrown against the far wall. Instead of landing on the smooth metal she was used to, she landed on sharp jagged metal. She yowled in pain as her right back paw and left rear leg were cut.
She jumped down and started to clean the injuries. Fortunately no metal slivers had remained in the cuts. But the one in her paw was deep and both hurt. When she had cleaned them as best she could, she limped back to her kittens and slept.
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