The King of Cats

By Donald Jacob Uitvlugt

Sue Taylor is trying to make a difference in her own small way in the poor neighborhood of Park Meadow. But when a dark supernatural force threatens one of the girls at the youth center where she works, will Sue be able to figure out how to stop it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donald Jacob Uitvlugt
• Release date: Sep 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215212479

Donald Jacob Uitvlugt

Donald Jacob Uitvlugt lives on neither coast of the United States, but mostly in a haunted memory palace of his own design. His short fiction has appeared in numerous print and online venues, including Cirsova magazine and in the Flame Tree Press anthology Murder Mayhem. He also writes the on-going webserial Jiao Tu’s Endeavour, the first story arc of which has been collected in the volume The Kidnapped Mousling. Donald strives to write what he calls “haiku fiction,” stories small in scale but big in impact. If you’ve enjoyed “The King of Cats,” let him know. The easiest way is through Twitter, where he can be found under the handle @haikufictiondju

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The King of Cats

Donald Jacob Uitvlugt

Published by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt, 2022.

The King of Cats

Donald Jacob Uitvlugt

Published by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt, 2022.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE KING OF CATS

First edition. September 10, 2022.

Copyright © 2022 Donald Jacob Uitvlugt.

ISBN: 979-8215212479

Written by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE KING OF CATS

First edition. September 10, 2022.

Copyright © 2022 Donald Jacob Uitvlugt.

ISBN: 979-8215212479

Written by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt.

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The King of Cats

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The first thing Sue Taylor noticed when she locked her car and headed for her job at the Park Meadow Neighborhood Center was the cats. Every morning they lounged on the porches and windowsills of the buildings, rooted lazily in open trashcans, lapped at chipped bowls placed out for them. She shook her head as she pushed open the Center’s door with its merry jangle of bells. After walking from her car to her desk with an apathetic entourage of cats for the past two weeks, she finally commented on the fact.

For God’s sake, don’t say anything to them about it. Jennifer was Sue’s boss and the only other salaried staff at the Center. They’re superstitious about the cats. I’ve never seen anything like it.

It’s okay. I won’t. Besides, I like cats. She wondered why Jennifer had such a