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by Redforkian
(Inspired by true events)
Brett had an old soup cup. His mother had given it to him when he had moved out. It was an old 1970s green color and shaped like a large coffee cup complete with a handle on the side. Brett used this perfectly sized cup frequently for soups, large warm beverages, even the occasional bowl of cereal. It was his favorite kitchen implement.
One day he heated up some homemade chicken noodle soup his aunt had made for him. The soup was delicious and had hand-made noodles and pieces of chicken cooked with care and love. It was one of Brett's favorite dishes. He had already eaten one bowl but came back for another and was reheating it in the microwave. There was a football game on and the weather outside was blustery cold. He couldn't think of a better way to warm up than his aunt's soup!
The game featured the Oklahoma Sooners (thank you very much) and they had the ball in the red zone and were close to making a touchdown. The game was pretty close and as usual timeouts were liberally used to kill the clock. Brett's soup had gotten a little cold, so he went to the kitchen during a commercial break to reheat it. His cat, High-Ho Silver - or Silver for short - was following him around interested in the soup. Silver was an average sized cat. She was mostly grey with lightly colored grey stripes down her back. Brett had found her in a storm drain mewing away as a kitten. She was mostly feral even to this day, and he was the only person that she'd tolerate or allow to pet her.
"Silver," Brett said, "You can have some when the game is over. It'll be about 15 minutes, ok?"
Silver meowed incessantly exclaiming that this was unacceptable, and that she wanted the soup NOW. The microwave beeped, and Brett retrieved his cup and started to make his way to the living room. As always, Silver followed him complaining about her need to eat some soup. She was so insistent, in fact, that she decided that walking in front of and in between Brett's legs was the only option she had to get this point across. This tripped him up and caused him to almost fall! He had to let go of the soup to catch himself on the floor with his hands.
The soup spilled all over the floor and the cup broke into several pieces.
"God damn it, Silver!! Why did you go and do that??"
Silver, unconcerned, began lapping up the soup in earnest as if she hadn't eaten in a week.
"Stupid, insidiuous cat!" exclaimed Brett. "Why would you go and do that? JFC!"
Silver briefly looked at him and continued lapping up the soup.
"You're lucky I have to watch the end of this game. I hope for your sake the Sooners win!"
They did, indeed win the game! Shortly thereafter Brett went to the kitchen to mop up the mess his cat had caused. There she was, licking her paws completely unconcerned of the calamity she had created.
"So typical. Hmmpf!" Brett thought to himself as he mopped up the remaining soup. He finished cleaning up, put the mop away and stood with hands on hip and lightly scolded Silver. Silver walked up and started rubbing on his leg, purring.
"Oh stop it. You don't deserve any love at the moment!" he said all while scratching her behind the ear, her favorite scritching place. "You need to apologize, you know that?"
Silver looked up at Brett and exclaimed, "Mew mew, yowl, mee, mawr meow?"
"You're impossible, you know that?"
(Note: I repaired the cup with epoxy and still use it to this day.) (No cats were harmed in the creation of this little story.)
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