Emma Blossom patted Rainbow on her head, then on the butt, a little too hard. The cat thumped her tail and gave the child a black stare. Emma ran to the kitchen, tugged on Tessa’s pants, “Gramma, Rainbow’s eyes turned black.”
Tessa looked at Emma. “Rainbow’s eyes turn black when she’s excited or angry. What were you doing?”
“Just pettin’ her.”
“Were you being rough?”
“Noooo.”
“Let’s go see.” Emma repeated her movements, too young to falsify.
Rainbow lifted her head, eyes turning black. She jumped off the couch and ran.
“Emma, Rainbow likes pets, not smacks.”
“OK, Gramma.”
Written in response to Charli Mills April 17, 2023, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story of something/someone dark-eyed. What could be a dark-eyed situation? Or is it a dark-eyed beauty? A dark-eyed junco? Maybe it’s a futuristic piece of technology. Go where the prompt leads!
Sue Spitulnik 
04/26/2023 at 09:24
This made me think of my grandmother’s cat growing up. It was a rascally thing and I remember one day I was patting her, but I have my face right in hers while I was doing it and she swatted me with her paw and left a good round of scratches. She definitely had her cat opinion of how the world should work and me having me face in hers was not a part of it. Hahaha
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04/28/2023 at 16:54
I share your memory. My childhood cat would thump his tail in warning when he got irritated. Then we were fair game.
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