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ForM's Cat
ep 9
Last we read dear readers, ForM had just revealed that he was massivly attacted as a child in a body cast by a cat. Since then he has rampently run amuck when it came to cats. A devisor of insane schems and traps to catch them and to devise insidious ways to bring them to an end. Sometimes it came up to happenstance. Always, ForM was vigal, in ways to decrease the cat population.
Ahh, Theres our wonderus guy now. Out in the backyard that was just cut, standing by the grill and watchin the steaks for him and his wife. He was thinking about how good this steak was going to be. Slow hickory smoked for an hour then slaped onto the coals for a good searing and perfection. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a motion. This wasnt no bird, nor a squirel. His head shifted and looked. Much like an animal, it went undetected to the nature around him.
ForM smiled.
He had spyed something. He stood motionless as the steaks began to broil into a well done state. ForM is a beliver in pink. Yet realizing he had possible pray allowed him to let them sizzle. Smoke wafted about him as he watched the fence line. The same fenceline he refuses to weedeat. For good reason.
If a fence line has some cover, then mice will play. And so will CATS!
This is ForM's line of reasoning.
ForM hates cats. Despises them to utter dammnation. Any dead cat is a good cat. He smiles when he sees one by the roadside, or better yet when he is the diliverer of death. Tho sadly that dont happen often. Hell its never happend for him.
Just then the screen door creaked open. One of those springs that grandma used to have on her door. Creaking louder than Ted Nugent on a sunday evening get-together at church. ForM watched the tom sprint off down the fence line on the other side. He clicked his tongs and removed the steaks from the grill.
As he sat there with his wife, chit chatting about how the day went, chewing on a peice of meat that was obviously well done and not to his likeing, even tho it was hickory smoked did not takeaway the aspect of rubber, even tho it was his fault. Still he chewd and smiled at his wife and responded.
When the silence insued, he thought about that tom he spyed. How can he trap that tom. A big one. About the same one that ripped him to shreads so many many years ago. Same color, same stripes.
ForMs last lucky victim was discoverd by his wife in the back seat of his sealed car. Picked up at the local ice cream shop and slated for exterminaion. Adopted by his wife and scared shitless of ForM, that cat got away. As did all the rest much to ForMs chagrin. Except one.
This was when, as his wife watched some dumb cop show, his mind began to churn. He sipped his beer and thought and thought. That was when it dawned on him. A way to procure his rival.
Will ForM achive his goal?
Will the cat get away again?
We shall see...........
ForM's Cat episode9
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I was bored so I thought I would continue.
episode 10
The next day he got up and grabbed a cup of coffie and picked up his car keys. His wife asked him to eat breakfast first but he just put his palm up and told her he had to go to the local co-op. He muttered something to her about traps and mice. She sighed and out the door he went.
Shortly, ForM pulled up the driveway and he literally leapt out the car. In his hands was a small cage
and a larger cage. His plan was to trap a mouse and shove the caught mouse in the little cage into the
bigger one. Hopefully enticing his soon to be feline friend inside and trapping it. Form grinned as he
set the little cage up and went out to the fence line and placed it inside the weeds.
Feeling like he accomplished something he went inside and told his wife he was ready for breakfast now.
For five days he went to check the trap and inserted new cheese, but as ForM's luck goes, each day it was empty, both of mice and cheese. He was becoming irritated at the guy from the co-op store that told him it would work.
Then on day six he struck the mother load. A large rat had got caught inside. He grabbed up the cage and ran to the garage and inserted it into the large cage. He then went to the spot he had first spied the tom he had seen and pulled up some of the weeds so that the cage could sit flat on the ground. He then used the same weeds to camouflage the larger cage with its opening pointing out towards the road.
He stood up, admiring his handy work. Brushing off his hands and smiling he turned around and went inside, opened the refrigerator door and popped a beer. Leaning against the counter he took a long swig.
His wife came into the kitchen just then, frowned at him and looked at the clock. It was 9:36 am. She looked back at him. He then looked at the clock too. Shocked, he smiled and poured it out. She shookher head and gave him a kiss.
episode 10
The next day he got up and grabbed a cup of coffie and picked up his car keys. His wife asked him to eat breakfast first but he just put his palm up and told her he had to go to the local co-op. He muttered something to her about traps and mice. She sighed and out the door he went.
Shortly, ForM pulled up the driveway and he literally leapt out the car. In his hands was a small cage
and a larger cage. His plan was to trap a mouse and shove the caught mouse in the little cage into the
bigger one. Hopefully enticing his soon to be feline friend inside and trapping it. Form grinned as he
set the little cage up and went out to the fence line and placed it inside the weeds.
Feeling like he accomplished something he went inside and told his wife he was ready for breakfast now.
For five days he went to check the trap and inserted new cheese, but as ForM's luck goes, each day it was empty, both of mice and cheese. He was becoming irritated at the guy from the co-op store that told him it would work.
Then on day six he struck the mother load. A large rat had got caught inside. He grabbed up the cage and ran to the garage and inserted it into the large cage. He then went to the spot he had first spied the tom he had seen and pulled up some of the weeds so that the cage could sit flat on the ground. He then used the same weeds to camouflage the larger cage with its opening pointing out towards the road.
He stood up, admiring his handy work. Brushing off his hands and smiling he turned around and went inside, opened the refrigerator door and popped a beer. Leaning against the counter he took a long swig.
His wife came into the kitchen just then, frowned at him and looked at the clock. It was 9:36 am. She looked back at him. He then looked at the clock too. Shocked, he smiled and poured it out. She shookher head and gave him a kiss.
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Guest
What cheese?Dont try to complicate matters pete.
ForM's Cat
Episode 11
The Nemeses
The next day ForM didnt just wake up like he normaly did, yawning and stretching. His eyes poped open like you see dead people do in B-rated horror flicks. He slid out of bed and put on his bathrobe and headed straight to the back door.
He was excited at the possiblity of a new catch. Even tho ForM wasn't a hunter, his heart always pumped harder when the inevitable was about to happen.
He pushed the screen door open as silently as he could, but it still creaked like a door in some haunted mansion. He cringed as it did so and reminded himself that he needed to put on an air pistion and remove that friggin spring. Without slipers or shoes he kinda galloped to the trap.
He slid some of the weeds aside and saw, to his horror, that the cage was vacant except for the rat in the smaller cage. The rat gave a sqeal type sound as it eyed the mad man peering in.
Dejected ForM stood up and turned around to go back inside. When he got to the door his wife was standing there. He was quite shocked but said nothing as he opened the door.
"What are you up to out there so early in the morning ForM?"
"Huh? Oh, I was wondering if I had caught some of those dang mice."
She replied, "Well if ya would weed the fence there wouldnt be any."
ForM gave her a shrug and mumbeled something about coffie and went to get dressed.
For the next 2 weeks it went about the same, eyes poped open, cold wet feet in the dewy grass and no fruit of his labors. Sometimes he would return and pop some cheese in for the rat, sometimes he didnt. As week 3 started he noticed that the fat rat he had in there was now looking kind of lean and skinny. In poor health was that rat, but ForM just poped in some more cheese and went back inside.
Depresion was starting to set in. ForM wasnt quite so happy now. He had not even seen that tom since the first time. With all the time he spent in the back yard mowing, pruning flowers or just plain sitting around, not one sign of that cat. He was starting to question himself and the whole idea.
Then one morning he got up. He didnt even think about the cage as he made coffee. He sat and read the paper at the table, legs crossed like a man at leasure. His wife cooked breakfast and he enjoyed it. He wistled as he went to shower. Shortly after he changed the oil in his wifes car and the oil in the lawnmower. By ten A.M. he was outside mowing. He went down the fence line closer this time and bumped into the cage that he didnt even think about. Some of the weeds that were pulled to camoflauge it, now dried and brittle fell to the side exposeing the cage.
ForM's eyes went wide in amazement. There was a cat inside with a dead rat. His jaw droped open. His heart skiped a beat and began to hammer in his chest. Stoped dead in his tracks with the mower roaring, he blinked and looked again. The old tom looked up at him.
Their eys met. The cat curled up into a ball as it backed up as far as it could in the back of the cage and it hissed at him. ForMs mind spun out of controll with a memory springing to life that was the horror of his nightmares.
"Oh my god." ForM wisperd to himself.
It was the tom he seen that first time near the fence. But not only that, it was THE tom, that so many many years ago, shred him to mince meat as he lay helpless like a baby, in a full body cast.
What will ForM do now?
Will he exact revenge on his old rival?
Will the cat rip him to shreads once again?
We shall see.......
In the next installment of
ForM's Cat.
ForM's Cat
Episode 11
The Nemeses
The next day ForM didnt just wake up like he normaly did, yawning and stretching. His eyes poped open like you see dead people do in B-rated horror flicks. He slid out of bed and put on his bathrobe and headed straight to the back door.
He was excited at the possiblity of a new catch. Even tho ForM wasn't a hunter, his heart always pumped harder when the inevitable was about to happen.
He pushed the screen door open as silently as he could, but it still creaked like a door in some haunted mansion. He cringed as it did so and reminded himself that he needed to put on an air pistion and remove that friggin spring. Without slipers or shoes he kinda galloped to the trap.
He slid some of the weeds aside and saw, to his horror, that the cage was vacant except for the rat in the smaller cage. The rat gave a sqeal type sound as it eyed the mad man peering in.
Dejected ForM stood up and turned around to go back inside. When he got to the door his wife was standing there. He was quite shocked but said nothing as he opened the door.
"What are you up to out there so early in the morning ForM?"
"Huh? Oh, I was wondering if I had caught some of those dang mice."
She replied, "Well if ya would weed the fence there wouldnt be any."
ForM gave her a shrug and mumbeled something about coffie and went to get dressed.
For the next 2 weeks it went about the same, eyes poped open, cold wet feet in the dewy grass and no fruit of his labors. Sometimes he would return and pop some cheese in for the rat, sometimes he didnt. As week 3 started he noticed that the fat rat he had in there was now looking kind of lean and skinny. In poor health was that rat, but ForM just poped in some more cheese and went back inside.
Depresion was starting to set in. ForM wasnt quite so happy now. He had not even seen that tom since the first time. With all the time he spent in the back yard mowing, pruning flowers or just plain sitting around, not one sign of that cat. He was starting to question himself and the whole idea.
Then one morning he got up. He didnt even think about the cage as he made coffee. He sat and read the paper at the table, legs crossed like a man at leasure. His wife cooked breakfast and he enjoyed it. He wistled as he went to shower. Shortly after he changed the oil in his wifes car and the oil in the lawnmower. By ten A.M. he was outside mowing. He went down the fence line closer this time and bumped into the cage that he didnt even think about. Some of the weeds that were pulled to camoflauge it, now dried and brittle fell to the side exposeing the cage.
ForM's eyes went wide in amazement. There was a cat inside with a dead rat. His jaw droped open. His heart skiped a beat and began to hammer in his chest. Stoped dead in his tracks with the mower roaring, he blinked and looked again. The old tom looked up at him.
Their eys met. The cat curled up into a ball as it backed up as far as it could in the back of the cage and it hissed at him. ForMs mind spun out of controll with a memory springing to life that was the horror of his nightmares.
"Oh my god." ForM wisperd to himself.
It was the tom he seen that first time near the fence. But not only that, it was THE tom, that so many many years ago, shred him to mince meat as he lay helpless like a baby, in a full body cast.
What will ForM do now?
Will he exact revenge on his old rival?
Will the cat rip him to shreads once again?
We shall see.......
In the next installment of
ForM's Cat.
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Guest
They were not saved and are lost. They will be sorely missed.pete wrote:ForM wrote:Dont try to complicate matters pete.
Sorry captain but I am into it.
Man you are a great writer.
Can't wait to read the next episode.
BTW Were can I catch the others before...I started reading them from the 9th.
Keep on Great work my friend.
Pete
For pete.
ForMs Cat started back in the original home of Quake3world. Back in that time there was a lot of hammering out of HTML.
People liked to fuck things up. A lot. Some was very creative but most of it fucked shit up a lot.
It was during that time that a lot of cats were posted mostly holding a gay flag and trying to run it back to home. Mostly it just dont mean a dammed thing.
But one night I sat back and told dave how the cat was gonna die If I didnt get mod powers. I knew there was never a chance as I dont have the non job skills as thay do. I actually work for a living unlike all the squaters.
Besides the point... In those days ForM's Cat became a plaything for me. Cats always fasinated me about their relationships with humans. And knowing some people that were attact by complacent felines made me think some. out of that the story was born.
Basicly in a nut shell one day ForM, as a child was in a body cast, it held his legs and arms outstreatched but there was a large open spot on his cheast and mid belly. His mom got him outside for air and went to get him a drink. While she was doing that, a cat sprung up on his chest. Frightened and unable to do anythink his movement pissed the cat off and it shredded him.
Its been a long path into the circle that is now unfolding.
Sadly no privious episode is saved. for a few followers of this story, only thay can help recall vivid points to help clarify.
But I can say, it was always intresting. Thx for reading.
ForMs Cat started back in the original home of Quake3world. Back in that time there was a lot of hammering out of HTML.
People liked to fuck things up. A lot. Some was very creative but most of it fucked shit up a lot.
It was during that time that a lot of cats were posted mostly holding a gay flag and trying to run it back to home. Mostly it just dont mean a dammed thing.
But one night I sat back and told dave how the cat was gonna die If I didnt get mod powers. I knew there was never a chance as I dont have the non job skills as thay do. I actually work for a living unlike all the squaters.
Besides the point... In those days ForM's Cat became a plaything for me. Cats always fasinated me about their relationships with humans. And knowing some people that were attact by complacent felines made me think some. out of that the story was born.
Basicly in a nut shell one day ForM, as a child was in a body cast, it held his legs and arms outstreatched but there was a large open spot on his cheast and mid belly. His mom got him outside for air and went to get him a drink. While she was doing that, a cat sprung up on his chest. Frightened and unable to do anythink his movement pissed the cat off and it shredded him.
Its been a long path into the circle that is now unfolding.
Sadly no privious episode is saved. for a few followers of this story, only thay can help recall vivid points to help clarify.
But I can say, it was always intresting. Thx for reading.
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Guest
Thanks a whole lot my friend for the resume.ForM wrote:For pete.
ForMs Cat started back in the original home of Quake3world. Back in that time there was a lot of hammering out of HTML.
People liked to fuck things up. A lot. Some was very creative but most of it fucked shit up a lot.
It was during that time that a lot of cats were posted mostly holding a gay flag and trying to run it back to home. Mostly it just dont mean a dammed thing.
But one night I sat back and told dave how the cat was gonna die If I didnt get mod powers. I knew there was never a chance as I dont have the non job skills as thay do. I actually work for a living unlike all the squaters.
Besides the point... In those days ForM's Cat became a plaything for me. Cats always fasinated me about their relationships with humans. And knowing some people that were attact by complacent felines made me think some. out of that the story was born.
Basicly in a nut shell one day ForM, as a child was in a body cast, it held his legs and arms outstreatched but there was a large open spot on his cheast and mid belly. His mom got him outside for air and went to get him a drink. While she was doing that, a cat sprung up on his chest. Frightened and unable to do anythink his movement pissed the cat off and it shredded him.
Its been a long path into the circle that is now unfolding.
Sadly no privious episode is saved. for a few followers of this story, only thay can help recall vivid points to help clarify.
But I can say, it was always intresting. Thx for reading.
I will be now on one of your fans awaiting for the next chapter.
Keep on.
Pete