A day in the life of Tom Khatt

A day in the life of Tom Khatt

By Jennine Donier

Tom Khatt arose from his favorite chair and strolled out to get himself a beer, Returning beer in hand the big tom cat lay on the floor, a black rug hugging the hearth by the fire

Eyes glowing embers. Setting the beer down Tom, lay by the hearth reading his book but feeling overly warm he arose and leapt into the rocking chair, taking his book of cat tails with him.

 He loved this chair ,it fit his frame well and he liked the distance it sat from the fireplace. Still feeling the warmth of the flames. Yet not so close he would feel uncomfortable.

He looked up as a dog trotted into the room and stood wagging his tail, eyes begging for attention. He hissed at the dog who slunk away, then comfortable once again he settled down to read his book.

Annoyed he looked up as he heard footsteps once again approaching, flattening his ears his ember-fired eyes glowered at the stupid fawning dog that pushed his wet nose into his body as he sat among the cushions of his favorite chair. Hissing he slithered down to the floor again.

Slinking across the room he once more lay near the flames of the hearth, his black pelt puddling into the shadows of the room, his ember fired eyes glowing balefully at the dog.. Stupid dog here he comes, wagging his stupid tail, licking at my hand, he is so needy.

Scratch the ears and rub the belly, looking on with my ember glowing eyes, fawning for attention and affection, My slave, I am his master, glowing ember eyes look adoringly at the master. Stupid dog, go away. I am tired of you.  

Tom rolled over and stretched out at the foot of the big chair, lying by the fire with it's glowing embers.  The scent of hops from strong beer filled his nostrils. Sitting up he lapped the sudsy brew. Smacking his lips he rose and arched his back, stretching and yawned.  Time for a good scratch and rub then a nap by the fire. 

He arose and rubbed his body against the masters legs, purring, and looking up at him with his green glowing eyes.  The firelight pushed the shadows back in the room as master sat reading his Tom Clancy murder mystery. Reaching down he petted the big tom cat rubbing against his legs.

"Ah yes feels so good, a little to the left, down, yes right there, scratch, ah rubbing my black pelted shadowy fur against the adored ones legs, as I purr contentedly". Stretching out again by the fire. Eyes close , open, blink. close again and as Tom Khatt dozes off his last thought is

"I am master of my universe lying here by the warm hearth with it's glowing embers".