The Fathers and the Cats

It is the Dog’s Monday. That is a story, that I wrote for a…. More – in a week!

The Fathers and the Cats

On the old wooden fence of an old house, two fathers sat, barefoot. As they sat there, whiling away the time, one of them pulled a black cat out of his pocket.

The cat looked at him, meowed, and hopped away in the direction of the house. The other father had a chimney on his hat. He clapped his hands and a red cat jumped out of the chimney.

“Follow me, the two of you,” the red cat said. They followed her into the house. Inside, the black cat was holding the hand of a hen, who was reclining on a white bed.

“She will be ready for the wedding, don’t worry about a thing,” said the red cat.

“Wedding?” one of the fathers asked. “What wedding? We thought tomorrow was the Dogs Monday?”
“For you, yes,” the black cat said, “but for us, tomorrow’s a wedding morning.”

Then the black cat turned into a white one, and the red cat turned blue, and they took each other by the hand and disappeared into the sky, leaving the two fathers to wonder about the hen.

The hen sighed deeply. When they turned to look at her, she had disappeared. On the white bed cover, only a single white feather remained.

“I hope the sun won’t catch them on the road” murmured the second father.
“What a night,” whispered the first father. “A bewitched night,” added the second. “Take the feather,” the first said. “Yes, take the feather,” the second said. “Let’s wait till morning,” said the first. “Yes, let’s meet in the morning,” yawned the second. “We’ll figure out what to do in the morning.” And they sat, and waited, bare feet crossed, watching the full moon race across the sky.

On the old wooden fence of an old house, two fathers sat, barefoot.