Little Black Kitten: And Other Short Stories

By Hugo Dash

A man scratched by his cat, a president stuck on an island, a student and the remains of a rabbit, an annoying uncle and a burning house.

A small collection of very short stories, all of them guaranteed to get the reader thinking. 

Written by Mr Hugo Dash, a pseudonym for an author with an uncanny fascination in the allegorical.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hugo Dash
• Release date: Dec 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386126515

Book preview

Little Black Kitten

Une petite histoire d'amour

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When he came home his cat was waiting for him.  Mr. Tom had entered the house quietly, but jumped when he saw the smiling creature sitting in the hallway. 

Hi, Panther

The large black cat let out an ear-splitting hiss, but it edged closer when it saw the bone. Tom had remembered to bring the leftover bone from his lamb shank. I’ve got somethin for ya!

Big green eyes glared luminously at him.

Who’s a nice kitty.

With a sudden pounce the cat lunged for the gigantic bone and started gnawing on it frantically.

Oi!

Tom didn’t find it strange that his cat enjoyed such colossal bones. He thought all cats did.

After a shower Tom was reading his book when the cat crept up next to him. It almost seemed bigger now...and although he was scared of it he couldn’t resist petting it, for it was a stunning creature. Caressing its velvet ebony fur was too much of a temptation.  Slowly his hand started stroking, and the cat’s tail started twitching.

Something snapped. In a fiery rage the animal sank its teeth and claws into Tom’s arm and started kicking with its rear claws.

YOW! You little devil!

Tom rushed painfully to the medicine cupboard to patch himself up. He had been to the doctor numerous times for infections and even gangrene and didn’t like the idea of going again. It was too embarrassing.

Tom was a bachelor, a man of sophistication...and of many scratches. His scarred arms resembled the surface of Enceladus. In the past many people had advised him to get rid of the cat, but who were they, the cat was his only companion. Anyway, folks didn’t notice anymore because he wore long sleeves.

The sweltering pain in his arm kept him awake most of the night and he was grateful for the company of Panther, purring at his feet. In the early morning hours Tom manged to dose off, and had a nightmare about lions. Dreaming, he moved