Mr. Mittens

This is a short story I wrote from a prompt in my school's writing group, Ex Libris. I thought it was fun! Hope you enjoy!

Mr. Mittens

After a long day of standing, he discovered that his large intestine had grown a mousetrap. All of a sudden he felt a snap in his stomach. It seemed as though something was pinching his insides. He knew that he was going to need to get to a vet. This was when Mr. Mittens decided to go seek the human. Mittens was a cat you see and early this morning he tried to catch a mouse. It was only now that Mittens realized the mouse had already been caught prior to his discovery of the poor creature. He had gobbled it up mousetrap and all.

Mr. Mittens’ owner, Amy, was nearby and heard a yowling coming from her living room. She happened upon her kitty lying on the floor in pain. Mr. Mittens was helpless and in need of serious medical attention. Amy could see that she was too late to help Mr. Mittens, as the nearest vet was 50 miles away. Amy disposed of Mittens body, burying him in her garden as tears streamed down her face.

As it turned out, Mr. Mittens was not dead. He clawed his way back out of the earth, mousetrap and all. He made his way to the street and got run over by a truck. Then Mr. Mittens was dead.

RIP Mr. Mittens

Writing About My Cancer

Just a couple days ago I had my second article published by The Odyssey. You can read it here. For this article I wrote about some of the things I learned while I had Thyroid Cancer earlier this year. The only other time I had written about being sick was on this very blog a few months ago. I learned a lot while I was sick but sometimes looking back I get mad at myself. I remember how tired and weak I was but I still find myself thinking, You could have done more. I still regret having to give up stage managing a huge show so sometimes I start wondering if I could have done it by pushing myself just a little harder. I talk about how impressive it was that I got a 4.0 yet then I think, But you couldn't even stage manage a show. That's not very impressive. I know this is ridiculous but I still think it. It's part of my personality as a people pleaser and overachiever. I always think I could have done more. The good news is now I mostly just think I could do more instead of actually trying to do more because I know when I'm wrong. This is just something that I thought about as I wrote that article. If I've learned anything from my cancer experience it's that people are not always right, including your own self.