Thursday, November 24, 2011

A Thanksgiving Moment With Dante

Grateful for the chilled night air filling his lungs, Dante loped up the long incline toward his favorite viewing spot, deep in the forest that surrounded his Pleasure Club. Autumn’s leaves, moist from the daylong drizzle, cushioned his paws and lessened the sound of his steady stride.

Since he couldn’t share Thanksgiving with the catwoman he loved, Kitty, a lone run without the encumbrance of overseeing events at the club, had been his gift to himself. Several days ago, he and Lamar had made certain the few in Talbot’s Peak who would have been alone on this day of feast-sharing, had been invited to a banquet at his biker bar.

Dante paused at the edge of the clearing high on the mountainside. Hidden behind an enormous tree trunk, he sniffed carefully for any enemy, then observed the area as he waited and listened.

He’d made certain to satisfy his hunger, so he wouldn’t feel the need to hunt. Now Dante savored each blood-rich smell, the treat like a Thanksgiving Day dinner.

At his approach most every animal had gone to ground, or headed into the forest. Except Harry, who now scurried to the top of a large boulder waiting for him.

Wanting the solace only Mother Nature could give, a time to revel in the nighttime silence, Dante padded toward his sitting spot. He could see Talbot’s Peak proper, and he knew precisely which house belonged to his Kitty.

Atop the highest surface on the boulder, Harry raised up on his tiny mouse haunches. They didn’t mentally speak, but communed at a deeper level where only harmony existed.

Harry stretched upward, his nose and whiskers quivering as he met the touch of Dante’s nose. Companionably, they settled side-by-side, Harry on the boulder, and Dante sitting close, his shoulder resting against the rock.

Staying silent, Dante reflected on the gratitude he felt for the friends he’d made since returning to Talbot’s Peak, and for all he’d been able to accomplish with the Pleasure Club. His plans had only just begun.

Mostly, Dante was grateful for his precious Kitty. His beautiful little cat shapeshifter who often surprised him with her spunky courage, and who loved him with a heart of gold.

Someday soon they would be together. Someday soon...

How’s life? He asked Harry.



Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~


Pat C. said...

Happy Thanksgiving to and from all in Talbot's Peak!

Makes me wonder if there are any wereturkeys out there, or if they made themselves scarce in the weeks beforehand. Maybe they work on cattle ranches?

Savanna Kougar said...

Yeah, I tried to authorly look for a wereturkey, but none volunteered. Maybe they wisely ran for the hills, or are keeping themselves hidden on cattle ranches.

Serena Shay said...

Oh Dante, I hope someday comes soon for you and your sweet kitty!

Yeah, wereturkey's are smart, they kept their heads low and their gobbles in their pants! ;)

Savanna Kougar said...

Love should never be denied... sigh...

'their gobbles in their pants' yep! lol...