Collection Of One Shots About Love

Black Cat (7)

I was dissatisfied with the situation. I, unable to eat, was alone while the rest of them enjoyed themselves.

I should scout out possible targets for poisoning.

I stepped into the room, but not before hiding the poisoned fish-platter under the long beige couch.

Firstly, I understood that I would have to plan my steps. I couldn't see the dishes from the floor, but I could smell them, and I was tortured by the fact that none of the food was fit for my plan.

I was beginning to loose hope when Derek suddenly requested something. He called for Terry, and when I heard what it was he wanted my eyes sparkled like glistening snow in the sun.

I followed Terry out like a shadow, and then toward the kitchen, but the door was shut tightly behind him. Unfortunately, it seemed I would have to wait. While thinking for a moment about my next action, I took a glance at my poisoned dish.

The sashimi looked appetizing, but the substance on it smelled like anything but appealing. Luckily, for a human's dulled senses, clam chowder could mask it.

But, what kind of person is Derek to actually like it? Pulling an opinion from Frederick's memories, it was nasty.

I couldn't quite remember what it tasted like, or at least Frederick couldn't. I just know he didn't like it.

My thoughts on clam chowder were a slight distraction as I waited, and I almost forgot to think of a way to give myself an opportunity. Of course, that wasn't my only worry, as I would hate to frame Terry.

My tail began whipping from side to side, and I thought momentarily that perhaps I'm simply way in over my head. My mind cleared itself very quickly though, as I watched Andrew leave the dinning room and head straight for the kitchen door.

Of course I know what I'm doing. Following Andrew through the door he left open was easy, but it was a hole other story inside.

"Ack! You let the cat in!" The few people gathered in the room obviously didn't like that I was there and as it was, running away wouldn't help at all.

"Oh, sorry." Andrew uttered.

"Hold on." Terry halted the others that wanted to chase me out and came to pick me up. I seemed to have lost my chance, but I did take the opportunity to scan the room from higher up.

After Terry put me down outside the door, I fell into contemplation. The worst outcome would be that I would have to choose a later date for my schemes. That's not that bad.

Things changed very quickly for me though, because just then Andrew came walking out from the Kitchen with Derek's clam chowder! The blue ceramic bowl was held in his hands carefully, and I knew that I needed him to put it down.

No. I needed him to put the bowl down, and a distraction. That was when I remembered the pins.

With my quick paws I headed for the shoes. I unsheathed my claws and gripped on the shoes awkwardly while watching to see that Andrew was watching.

"You-! Those are new!" I saw his face contort in a way similar to agony, and then he rushed to set the bowl down onto a small table before dashing toward me.

If a cat could smile, I would be grinning ear to ear. Before I missed this chance, I headed for the sashimi, glancing back once I could tell that Andrew found the pins, and while he was busy, I held the fish in my mouth and jumped soundlessly to the table.

The chowder's tantalizing smell made me almost reluctant to desecrate it with posion, but I still had more to throw in so I hadn't the time to waste. I went back and forth between the plate and the bowl, all whilst keeping Andrew within my sight.

I was only about half a mouthful away from finished when he saw me standing over Derek's chowder. Though before he could react, I ran away myself.

His face was full of distrust towards me as he went and lifted the bowl and then brought it to the dining room, which was abundant with quiet conversation.

As he walked in, he started with, "You won't believe what just happened..." However, it must have been on further thought that he felt it was somehow inappropriate to bring up. Cat got your tongue?

While I was at it, I pulled the nearly empty plate from under the couch and left it for someone to clean. It would be suspicious if it was found hidden.

I, of course, didn't feel the need to stick around much longer, so I went up stairs to wait for the good news. I was rather satisfied with today's work.