Two Of A Kind #Caturday @StoryADayMay 2

02MA had a different cat last year. Her name was Katya, but she died. Ami and I think Katya was kind of mean, because she wouldn’t write stories for MA on Saturdays in StoryADayMay.

We feel like, since we’re part of the blog, we can help with this challenge the way we did with the April A-to-Z Challenge.

We decided to take turns, and I drew first turn, so here’s my first story.

Two of a Kind

by Munchkin Allen

Munchkin slunk through the undergrowth of the alley. Once a large, handsome, orange tabby, he hated to catch sight of himself reflected in patio doors, broken glass, or rain puddles. Stumbling with hunger, he slipped into a back yard and scouted for stray food.

From the wall above his head, a contralto voice said, “You’re very thin.”

He looked up. A tortoiseshell face peered down at him, cheekbones prominent.

“You’re rather thin yourself, since we’re passing personal remarks.”

The house cat blinked. “What are you doing in my back yard?”

“Looking for food.”


“At the moment.” He poked at a napkin that had missed the trash can, but there was nothing in it. “I used to belong to the King of Indiana, but his evil vizier was jealous of me and used his magic to banish me to this far-off kingdom. Where am I, anyway?”


“Oh.” Munchkin sniffed around the trash can, but everything was spotless. He could smell cat food on the wind, but there was none where he could get to it!

“I’m a queen, myself,” the house-cat said. “Queen Amidala.”

“Pleased ta meecha, Your Majesty.”

Queen Amidala jumped down out of sight. From within the house, Munchkin could hear her shouting, “Father! Father! Father!”

He flattened himself as the patio door rumbled open, let out a human, and closed.

The human man squatted down and held out a hand.

“Well, look at you!” He went back inside and returned with a bowl of crunchy food. He put down the bowl and stood back.

Munchkin dived in.

“Wow, look at you go! Your name must be Munchkin!”

Munchkin purred.

The next time the man opened the door, Munchkin slipped in.

He froze in shock: Seven other cats looked up from their food dishes!

One of them, the thin tortoiseshell female, came over and sniffed his ear.

“Youngsters, all of them,” she said. “Pushy and disrespectful.”

Her eyes looked wistful, full of mourning for her lost position of strength.

“There are two of us elders now, Your Majesty,” he said, “if it’s all 02right with you.”

Amidala touched noses with him.

“I suppose you may stay,” she said.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

And they were a team to be reckoned with.


A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Who is your friend, pal, or partner?



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Two Of A Kind #Caturday @StoryADayMay 2

  1. Jane

    May 2, 2015 at 10:02am

    Ah, the tale of Munchkin Allen.
    Thank you, Munchie!

    I love cat buddies. I was just watching my four outdoor girls walk the red carpet this morning, ready to report to morning chow watch.

    First, the Girlfriends, Honeybun and Sally Longlegs, started off. They’re slow, because they are special buddies and have a lot of ceremony to do while passing along the walk, er, red carpet. They rub heads, twine tails, lean hard against each other, do a look=around, and repeat, with variations. This leads to a slow, regal procession.

    Then Little Fox popped out of the Princess House and trotted over to the walk. She began a brisk step toward the house, but had to slow up because of the Grilfriends.

    Meanwhile, Miss Feather popped out from under the glass round table in the other corner and made a beeline for the sidewalk, falling in behind Little Fox, at an appropriate, respectful distance.

    It was a lovely parade on a fine spring morning.
    Aren’t cat friends the bomb?

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      Marian Allen

      May 2, 2015 at 10:57am

      Cat friends are, indeed, the bomb! I still think you need to do a genealogy of your cat friends, with photos where available. What a great book that would be!

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      Marian Allen

      May 6, 2015 at 9:22pm

      Thank you, Miss Elvira, and catgratulations on the return of the Purrambulator!

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