Saturday, July 25, 2009
Guest Post Starring Me
I know you've been waiting a long time for more of my wit and wisdom. Truly, I'm working on it, but the sunbeams have been so intense lately that I've been spending more of my time seeking shade. In the meantime, I thought you might enjoy this story from Friday Fiction, a blog I've been following recently. (I'm posting it here with permission from the author, so stop worrying about it. I have a personal relationship with him.)
Let me just say before you begin reading the story, that I'm not sure I am in total agreement with the author's description of me as "doughy". That said, read on:
A warm breeze announced the Spring afternoon by blowing open the lazily-shut door, bringing with it dust-mites, spores and other allergens which made Sophie, the little white dog, sneeze. The outburst awoke Simon, the orange cat, who had been dozing in a sunbeam and he regarded the little white dog with utter annoyance. He wasn’t an old cat by any means, but he was old enough to demand silence from the other animals in the house. The only one who outranked him was Mama Sydney, the golden shepherd, but she had found a sunspot of her own; even if she had heard the sneeze, she chose not to acknowledge it.
The newly-awakened cat let the breeze tickle his whiskers and a primal urge to hunt overcame his desire to remain in the sunbeam; it made his tail twitch. Sophie saw this and whimpered, pleading with him not to break the rules. She looked at Mama Sydney to assert her authority, but the big dog was dreaming of running and her legs pawed at air.
Simon stuck his tiny face out the doorframe and hesitated just long enough for Merrilee Buchanan to scoop him up and close the door, shutting off his chances for freedom. “Not today, Simon,” she said and plopped him next to Sophie, who gradually relaxed as things returned to normal.
The animals watched Merrilee, following her to the cupboard with hungry eyes. She scanned the shelves and, to the animals’ disappointment, closed them without deciding on a snack. There was little need for snacks lately. The cupboard closed with a soft thud that still resonated throughout the empty house; Sydney woke from her dream and perked up her ears.
Merrilee poured herself a glass of water and watched two hummingbirds from the window; they were fighting for a spot at a sugar-water feeder. The craftier of the two birds would distract the other by feigning interest in a hanging pot and zip over to the feeding hole when the other bird came to check it out. Once the duped bird realized what was going on it would rush its beak into the tricky bird and the cycle would start again. “Oh dear,” said Merrilee and slid the glass door open, scaring both birds off. She stepped out into sun and Sophie sneaked past her into the fenced backyard. Sydney stood at the door but decided it was too hot to venture outside. The sun felt good on Merrilee’s face. Inside, the phone rang and Sydney looked from Merrilee to the phone, worried that she wasn’t going to answer it.
“It’s okay, girl,” said Merrilee, stepping into the cool house. The caller ID revealed it was her middle son, 3,000 miles away. She picked up the phone. “Hey sweetie.”
“Hey mom.” The voice hesitant and serious. He probably wants money again. She looked at Simon, who gave her a disapproving look. Don’t give him any money. It’ll mean less food for me. She picked up the doughy cat and held him while she cradled the phone between her head and shoulder. After some small talk, her son came out with it: He needed to borrow some money to pay a neglected cable bill. She set some conditions on which she would help him while the cat in her arms gave her a smug I told you so look. At the end of the call, her son said he loved her and she smiled before hanging up the phone. “What do you know?” she asked aloud to the cynical cat. She put him down and he found his way back to the sunbeam.
She went to the computer to check her email, which was only filled with chain letters from her offsite coworkers, intended to be funny but were only meh. Office humor. The wind knocked the chime outside her window and the beautiful sounds filled the office; her witty responses would have to wait for another time. She turned her computer off and went back to the kitchen to make a glass of iced tea. All the dishes in the sink were dirty; she put her hands on her hips and addressed the little white dog who bounded in from outside.
“Sophie, who left this mess? Hmm?”
The dog cocked her head to the side; her version of a shrug. Merrilee concluded that the mess couldn’t be anyone but hers and felt bad for implicating Sophie. Picking the least dirty one from the sink, she washed it and held it up against the sunlight—it sparkled like in a commercial. She filled the glass with water and was about to throw the tea powder in when the phone rang. It was her youngest son.
“Hey mom, I’m at the academic advising building and I was wondering if you had any of my FAFSA information. They need it for this thing…” He trailed off. Simon jumped up on the counter and began to stick his paw in the full glass of water.
She held the phone away from her face and yelled “Simon, no!” The cat startled and knocked the glass off the counter. It shattered on the tile and the dogs ran over to see what the commotion was about, sniffing the little shards. “Oh,” she paused “damn!” She pushed the animals away from the glass with her knee. “I’m sorry honey, I’m going to have to call you back.”
“Is this an emergency?”
The youngest son sighed, “I guess not. I’ll call you later.” He told her he loved her and hung up the phone. The dogs began to sniff the broken glass again. Merrilee took both of them by the collars and pulled them into a bedroom so she could clean up the mess. The two dogs began to whine immediately, their cries muffled behind the closed door. When she came back, Simon was sitting on the counter, perched above his mess and quite proud of himself.
“Who gave you permission to be on the counter in the first place?” She sprayed him with a water bottle and he scampered. Fraidy cat, she thought. The cell phone in her pocket went off; a text from the oldest son—he wanted to know if she was planning on having him and his wife over for dinner that night.
The glass cleaned up easily, perhaps to Simon’s disappointment. Once the big pieces were gone, Merrilee looked at the floor from all angles for reflections, just in case she had missed smaller pieces. Behind the closed doors, the dogs began to bark. “Alright, alright. I’m coming!” Sophie and Sydney bounded over each other to see if there was anything left to sniff but found nothing.
The text. Merrilee wiped her brow; the afternoon had gotten too hot to be cleaning up after a cat. She took her phone out and carefully typed the letters out to tell her oldest son that tonight was not going to be a good night for dinner plans. That she had a lot of work to do.
She poured herself another glass of tea. Outside, the birds were fighting again and Sophie began to scratch at the glass door. Simon was asleep in his sun again, content with the afternoon he had caused. The late-afternoon sun had dipped low enough to send long sunbeams across the living room carpet.
What the hell, thought Merrilee and took residence in Simon’s neighboring sunspot after downing her tea. Just a quick catnap. She stretched out in the bright square and immediately felt what the big deal was all about. There was a small thud as Sydney gracelessly collapsed into her own nap in the sunbeam; her fur tickled Merrilee’s face. The little white dog found her spot by Merrilee’s head, out of the sun as to not impede on anyone’s territory.
The phone rang many times. The sound shook Merrilee from her sleep to find that even Simon had made his way into her arms; his purring matched the ringing. She smiled and returned to sleep with no intention of answering the phone.