A Flash Fiction Piece
Amber sat on the kitchen counter, staring intently at the corner above the far cupboard. Her keen eyes allowed her to see the faint shadow moving in the darkness, waiting to pounce… but she would be the one who did that. It was her job. She would be damned before she’d let such a thing anywhere near her Mummy or Daddy.
Amber gracefully leapt across the gap between the two counters and quickly scaled the cupboards, cautiously approaching the ethereal thing, which seemed to be afraid of her. Good. It should be. Amber crouched, never taking her eye off it, when she heard the sound of Mummy’s car outside. She had to act before it was too late. She wiggled her rear and pounced, grabbing the shifting, struggling thing between her front paws, quickly and greedily devouring it, which was always difficult.
The taste of these things were vile, nothing like those tasty birds she liked to chase in next door’s garden. Amber had once heard Mummy and Daddy talk about a dog that had eaten a blanket, and she had wondered why any creature would do such a thing. Dogs were stupid, sure, but maybe it mistook the blanket for one of these terrible, wayward things. Amber imagined this was what eating a blanket would be like, chewing and swallowing, chewing and swallowing, seemingly no end in sight. And after all that would come the horrible sensation of both hunger and nausea that would result in her endlessly washing herself to build up an almighty hairball to get its remains out of her, before they made her ill.
Jaffa didn’t often get one of these things, she was far too fat and lazy for that, but when she did, she preferred overindulging in biscuits to expunge the remnants. Whatever worked. Finally, Amber finished eating the darn thing just moments before the kitchen door was opened. She leapt down onto the fridge, then the kitchen table, mewing enthusiastically for attention as Mummy and Daddy greeted her, safe in the knowledge that she had once again saved them from a wayward spirit, looking for a new body to conquer. After all, they looked after her. It was only fair that she returned the favour.