Little Lies Fiction

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This website offers a variety of snack-sized stories. Tasty little lies — appetizers, that will enhance your larger novel cravings. New stories may pop-up at any time, but generally, they will be posted on a Wednesday, Thursday, or a Friday — Most people are happier when the weekend is in sight, and so are readers;)

This week in the series; ‘Adventures of Catbaby’ we have Episode 7—’Boogerville’

I also have a short, sweet little story—or is it? It’s called ‘Teddy Bear.’

The Adventures Of Catbaby

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Season 1 • Episode 7 • Boogerville

Catbaby here; Let me start out by saying; my hair’s a mess, my whiskers are smearing, and I’m in no mood for do-gooding. I have what everybody is calling a ‘cold’. I can tell you this, I’m not a fan. First of all, it’s not cold. In fact, I feel steamy and cranky, and I’m a sticky mess. My nose is an enigma—it’s completely clogged up, yet it flows like a fountain. Go figure.

As a superhero in training, it’s embarrassing. Superman has his weakness; kryptonite, and It seems I have mine; mucous. That’s just plain pitiful.

Grandpapa’s running around talking about how rich he’ll be when he patents his ‘nose diaper’. He has sketches and technical drawings tucked into a leather messenger bag that he carries everywhere. Bless his heart.

Everyone is keeping their distance, except when they’re pinching my nose with tissues. People ask me to blow—which I do, but it doesn’t help because the goop is in my nose—maybe they should ask me to ‘sneeze’. I’m just saying.

I’m suspending all my superhero training until my nose, the fountain of ooze, dries up. I think I’ll just curl up with a warm bottle of milk, my blankie, and try and survive the trip through Boogerville.

Until next time…sniff…sniff…meow:)

 

The Great Escape

Teddy Bear

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The teddy bear, like Switzerland, refused to take sides, it’s shoe-button eyes stared straight ahead with complete neutrality.

“It’s mine!” the boy wailed in vain.

“Noooo…let go! the girl screamed.

The 3-year-old twins were in a heated tug-a-war. The stuffed bear had become the single-minded object of their affection. At three, the little boy didn’t have the natural physical advantage that he would eventually develop. So for now, his sister, with pure tenacity, was kicking the crap out of him and winning the battle for the prize.

The boy gamely hung on to one fuzzy arm, as the girl, pulled him in twisting and flopping like a thirty-pound tuna. In desperation, the boy launched himself forward, sending everyone tumbling across the floor and into the base of the sofa with a thump.

From the kitchen, an ignored voice of authority called out, “Play nice!—You kids stop fighting or you’ll both be in timeout.”

The struggle continued unabated with the toddlers wrestling for control on the floor. Suddenly the boy let out a shriek and started screaming, “Sissy bit me!”
Mom rushed in and stood over the twins. The boy was laying on the floor with tears rolling down his cheeks.

His sister was sitting beside him, tightly clutching the teddy bear and looking up with her big brown eyes starting to water up, and said “I didn’t.”

Picking up her son, she rocked him and kissed the rising red welt on his shoulder trying to make it all better. Mom then narrowed her eyes at the little girl, and scolded, “We don’t bite.”

With a differing opinion, and blood glistening on its fangs, the spider thought ‘But we do.’ and scurried back to its babies under the sofa.

The Adventures Of Catbaby

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Season 1 • Episode 6 • High Jinks & High-Kicks

Catbaby reporting in; Things are going gangbusters here. Mom and dad have proven to be trainable. I’m now allowing them about five hours of sleep a night. Just enough sleep so they can function, but tired enough that they don’t fight my training methods. Like dirty diaper changing. They used to drag that out forever…yuck. By escalating the decibels of my dissatisfaction every thirty seconds, I now have them down to a complete diaper change in less than two minutes — they now operate like a precision pit crew.

Boris the cat, my ninja sidekick, has been exiled to the outside. He has perimeter guard duty due to the ankle attack incident (see episode 3). Being a proud ninja trainee, and feeling he’s been disrespected, he likes to sneak into the house and sharpen his sword-like claws on dad’s recliner as revenge.

I tell Boris he should cool it, and just concentrate on thwarting the invading hoards of spiders, bugs and field mice. He’s kind of a loose cannon — so we’ll see how it goes.

From my pack ‘n play, I overheard my mom, and grandpapa reminiscing with dad about the legendary comedy gold, better known as ‘Grandmama’s High-kick’. The story goes that when mom was a cheerleader, grandmama swore she could out high-kick her…this competition went down in the kitchen…literally. Mom went first with a great kick that grandpapa said went a good six inches above her head.

Grandmama, unfazed and supremely confident, said, “Just watch this.” She then kicked her leg forward, with a force, that’s best described as holy s**t!

Grandmama forgot one thing in the equation…her tight skirt. Her kick leg went really, really high… Unfortunately, her other leg followed it. She hovered a good five feet in the air, in total disbelief, before doing a rafter-rattling, butt-buster on the floor. They swear the look on grandmama’s face alone, would’ve won the $10,000 prize on America’s Funniest Home Videos.

Mom ended up winning the contest when grandpapa disqualified grandmama for reckless endangerment and an egregious break in form.

That’s my update, so until next time…Meow:)

The Adventures of Catbaby

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Season 1 • Episode 5 • Right on Target

Catbaby here. Me and mom were tooling through Target — absolutely our favorite shopping destination. Dad told me, that when they started putting Starbucks inside Target, mom became so excited, she danced and sang show tunes for a week. The girl does love her coffee beans…and as I always say, a happy Momlady, is a happy Catbaby:)

Swinging through the baby aisle we snag the usual dipes & wipes, then head straight to the office supplies and notebooks. Mom gets a little bit swoony looking at all the choices: markers, pens, pencils, diaries, ledgers, day planners, standard ruled, wide ruled, college ruled, and my favorite — preschool drool ruled. I have to admit I got a little excited when I saw the rows of colored markers. So many walls to scribble on…so little time

I’m sitting in the cart, looking fabulous rock’in my fuzzy, fake lambs-ears-cap, and soaking in the ambiance. Mom’s busy flipping through notebooks, looking for the one that gives her goosebumps. I see a guy to my left, with his head spinning around like an owl looking all shifty eyed. I smell big trouble and I’m pretty sure it’s not my diaper.

To blend in, I act like a regular baby and pretend I just discovered my toes and that I’m fascinated with them. It works, he ignores me and takes a quick look over his shoulder before stuffing a deluxe boxed set of Crayola markers down his pants — no way, not here, and not on our aisle.

The markers are halfway down his pants when I bust out my supersonic distress scream. I add a bucket of tears, a trembling bottom lip, and a pointing finger. His eyes widen when mom turns around having been interrupted on her odyssey to find the perfect notebook. Like a mama grizzly, she looks at him and growls, “What are you doing!” He falls back scrambling, and takes three steps toward the door before being grabbed by security.

They find his pants were filled with three sets of markers, four pairs of earrings, six blu-ray movies, a can of olives, and a three decks of cards.

Olives?

Mom was written up for heroism in the local paper and received a twenty-five dollar gift card from Target. Bingo! The first thing she bought was a new spiky, squishy ball for my collection. Then she found and purchased the perfect notebook, and a mocha cappuccino with a shot of expresso. She asked for a little sample cup and carefully spooned out all of the whipped cream just for me. She’s the best mom ever!

To the rest of the great moms everywhere, have a wonderful Mother’s Day.

Love Catbaby:)

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