December 31st 2011 11:18 am
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Little Socks peered about her in quick nervous starts, alert to any new possible dangers. There was little to see in the dim light. The room was empty except for a chair, some old papers and a pile of leaves which had blown in through the broken window. In one corner there was evidence of some former resident: a cache of seeds, now eaten, and droppings which smelled of mouse. Little Socks nosed the seeds – nothing there for her, and the droppings were old and stale. For a moment, she stood very still and listened. There was the muffled snuffling of the dog, already moving away from her; there was a faint scritch-scritch of the bare branches against the window pane and siding; the sound of wind lightly whistling through the old building; and the whooshing passage of a car on the street. A car door slammed somewhere, and she could hear people calling, but they were far removed from where she stood; the building was empty.
Slowly, carefully stepping around the glass shards from the window, she explored the perimeter of the room. When she reached the far side, she found a stairway down and following this, came to a small entryway that opened into two other rooms. One looked to have been a store room with a back door which led to the parking lot behind. It was piled with cast off junk – an old mattress, some drapes and cardboard boxes, empty paint cans, and useless rubbish. The other room faced the street with a picture window in the front. A door on the side gave access to a walkway that joined the front sidewalk. This front room had most recently (though it was obviously far from recent) been the site of some festive event; there were a few tables still set up with white paper décor and empty plastic wine glasses, white plastic spoons and some paper plates, some of them soiled. One plate still held the pathetically desiccated remains of a piece of white icing-ed cake. Little Socks sniffed it hopefully, but wrinkled her nose and backed away. Even the mice had not touched this inedible fossil, a relic of a far away time from before her birth.
Her explorations revealed nothing else of interest; both doors were firmly closed - there would be no exit from either of them. And to her dismay, when later she climbed back up the stairs, she found she could not reach the window from this side, there being no obliging tree or other structure to climb. Little Socks was trapped!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Happy New Year and Happy DDP, Samhain!
What is going to happen to little Socks in that abandoned house? We'll be interested in reading more about little Socks and her explorations & adventures.
Poor Little Socks! We can't wait to read the next part to see what happens next!! Congrats on the DDP! Now even more people will get to read Little Socks' story!! Happy New Year, Samhain and family!! :-)
Oooh this is exciting we lve to read the stories so excited to hear what happens next to this baby kitten.
khappy New year