“She’s coming, she’s coming!” Shivering, the voice left his body squeaking, he heard soft steps, his eyes were covered by the wool blanket. “C’mon, now!”, all of them held hands and tried to go to the bottom of the pit.
It was too late, the paw clanged on the blanket, they saw her claws piercing through the weaving and uncovered them, they were at her mercy. Her round eyes showed her dilated pupils with only yellow borders. Her mouth was open with the tip of her tongue out and her canines showing in a quasi-smile. The red blanket was on the floor, creased, forgotten, while she scooped them, one by one out of the basket, their screaming enticed her, in a frenzy, to dig her claws deeper to hear them squeaking and crying.
The lucky ones were just tossed out of the basket onto the floor without sustaining grave injuries, besides the holes in their fabric, they crawled behind the basket, in hopes of being forgotten by the monster with pointy ears and a long fluffy tail. After all the wrath had left her body, she laid down on top of the dead, with their guts exposed, they were still warm, she felt comfort in their death.
Tearing them apart was not enough for the angry feline. She dragged the ones on the floor to her bed and bit their fabric until she could feel the plush filling expanding and jumping out. She slept, killing was tiresome. When she woke up, all the plush toys were placed back into the basket and covered by the red wool blanket.
However, one little plush toy, tiny brown monkey holding a drum escaped the confinement that was key to their helplessness against the cat. He moved slowly, hiding behind the desk that had two chairs, one for the human and another for the wicked cat. The others were closed and trapped waiting for the next attack, he would instead find a safe space, hoping she would not notice him sliding on the floor.
The sleazy cat showed teeth, hissed, fur spiked up, the plushie ducked and crawled ahead to have a glimpse of what distressed it. And it was huge, majestic, pink and round, its noise bouncing on the floor echoed inside the room and the evil cat arched her back to make herself bigger and meaner. But the humongous pink sphere was imposing and kept bouncing with its hard skin, challenging the feline.
Plushie would cry if it was alive, plushie knew the cat had a natural predator, the enemy of cat was his friend, more importantly, the pink sphere lacked teeth and claws, it could not hurt plushie in any way. Plushie rejoiced the fact the wicked feline ran away and followed the pink sphere to its own room, where it was surrounded by riches such as a net to rest and a mat, a small pink sphere and long flat snakes.
The door was closed, the pink sphere was royalty, closed from the rest of the peasants, she was cherished, different from them, plushie felt envy of such a sphere, while him and his people were ripped apart by the four-legged monster. Plushie waited behind the curtains for the door to be opened and jumped and slid inside.
Fearing to find another cat, plushie hid in the corners and walked slowly, calculating a route that would bring it near the powerful sphere, but it froze with a deep voice.
“Halt! Who are you, intruder?” The sphere spoke, and its voice resonated inside the room, plushie fell on the floor with his face feeling the cold of the white tiles.
“I am a plushie, natural pray of the wicked cat. I come to ask for help, please Mr. Sphere.”
“I am a miss, I am Bolota. I won’t help.” Bolota looked at her friends and they all giggled looking at the desperate plushie. “Make yourself scary for the cat.”
“Ma’am Bolota, you are the cat’s natural predator, I have seen it, please, please.” Plushie was in front of big Bolota, the door was forgotten, wide open, plushie could not see, but the wicked cat was sneaking inside, laying low, moving herself carefully, sniffing the environment, pupils dilated, mouth slightly open to taste the air.
The cat locked her eyes on the target, moved the hips sideways and was prepared to jump, but despite the clueless plushie, Bolota, hidden from that angle from the cat, jumped up and down, and the cat instead of jumping ahead, jumped up and backwards, leaving the temple of Bolota intact, without blood or plush spill.
“Please Bolota.”
“We need to deliberate first.” Bolota spoke, she could sense the cat peaking inside, smelling plushie, unable to enter. Bolota rolled ahead and positioned herself near the door, and saw the cat hissing and retreating angrily. “Leave.”
Plushie could not leave, the cat was waiting for it, outside, but Bolota could just kick it out, plushie decided to stay near the door, waiting for Bolota and friends to decide the fate of his family, but a hand embraced him, the palm and fingers around plushie and dragged it back to the basket with the remains of his family.
The ones still alive wept, hopelessly trying not to touch the guts of the plushies gone, still wet from the cat’s saliva. Plushie cried too, Bolota had the power to end their misery and chose to stay closed on her temple free from cats and carnage. Perhaps the humans were wickeder than the cat, they laughed at the plushies dismantled on the floor and tossed dead and alive plushies together.
Plushie saw the cat being hugged and cherished by the humans. They approved the slaughter of their people, only Bolota could save the rest of his family, if she found time between her excursions out of the house and her temple free from the eyes of the feline.
Alive and heavily wounded plushies whimpered their dead, closed inside the basket covered by the blanket. When the cries ceased, giving space to the emptiness that only grief can create, the plushies decided to put the bodies of the deceased up, and they rested down, knowing the next attack would happen soon, as the cat was unsatiable to their plush.
The first sign was the huff, the mean cat huffed while her paws danced around the basket with the helpless plushies. The cat sniffed the red blanket and went around, her claws clicking on the floor, the plushies holding themselves under the corpses of their beloved, still and silent, not to anger the fluffy devil.
Plushies prayed in their polyester brain to the big Bolota to come save them, but the world was such an unjust place, and they would watch their brothers and sisters spilling their guts on top of the lucky ones remaining alive. The cat first jumped on top of the basket and chirped, grabbing the blanket with her claws and pulling threads, the plushies observed through the holes in the blanket the yellow round eyes peeking inside, as if it was choosing her victims.
The cat jumped out of the basket and pulled the blanket and just looked, huffed again, expulsing the air of her tiny lungs, as if the excitement for the massacre deprived her from breathing. First, she removed the plushies from the top, threw them all on the floor and defiled their corpses, it was not enough having them brutally killed, the cat needed it in pieces, the plushies at the bottom of the basket cried hearing their loved ones being thorn, knowing they would be the next.
“Bolota! Bolota!” The plushie screamed and the other plushies screamed hard, praying and begging her to save them from their terrible fate. No god would be able to save the plushies, but Bolota, that was probably sitting in her temple hearing their slaughter.
The cat, confident and bloodthirsty, finished destroying the already dead plushies peeked inside the basket showing her teeth. They held themselves, crying, waiting for the teeth to be buried in their fabric, accepting their fate. A tiny blue fish was chosen, while it screamed, feeling the cat’s teeth penetrating his plushie fabric, but he was released immediately to the floor, and fell on the pieces of his family.
Hissing, with the back arched, the cat turned to the door and saw Bolota bouncing on the floor going in her direction, the plushies heard the echo of the bounce and screamed again her name, cheering for their lady and savior. The cat was cornered against the wall, breathing heavily, hissing and trying to slap Bolota, that was much bigger than her.
It was too late for many, but Bolota looked inside the basket and saw the monkey plush still alive, she smiled and beat the cat, that tried to fight the pink sphere, in vain, it was bigger, stronger, bouncier and not even her sharp claws could pierce the thick plastic skin. The cat retreated and remained in a corner, crying, defeated.
“Look what you have done! My plushies, bad cat!” The human separated Bolota from the cat and with pain in her heart, she observed the plushies ripped apart.
For their relief, the human opened a plushie emergency hospital and spent the day sewing the plushies back together, and even filled them with new plush polyester filling, and magically the human gave life to the deceased plushies, that revived even fatter. From that moment on, the plushies were moved to the Bolota temple and the wicked cat never saw them again.
Unbeknownst to the happy plushies living in the Bolota temple, the wicked cat searched for their basket, bloodthirst, fangs and claws ready, and instead found an empty space. She sniffed the corner of the room, confused, a basket this big could not go missing. The cat tried to pick up the scent, and ended up in front of a closed door, the temple of Bolota. It was desperation, the cat pounded the door trying to open it.
The plushies ducked and pressed their bodies on the floor, but the human held the cat, opened the door and showed the plushies resting peacefully, and the Bolota ruling peacefully in her temple. The cat jumped seeing her natural predator and refrained even from passing in front of that door again.
