{"id":1583,"date":"2012-07-06T07:21:50","date_gmt":"2012-07-06T07:21:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=1583"},"modified":"2017-10-28T04:25:39","modified_gmt":"2017-10-28T04:25:39","slug":"sweet-vengeance-by-spandna-chokhani","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/sweet-vengeance-by-spandna-chokhani\/","title":{"rendered":"Sweet Vengeance by Spandna Chokhani"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Sweet Vengeance<\/h2>\n

by Spandna Chokhani<\/p>\n

I gave my paw one final lick and pressed my nose against the glass. The mangy canine “I refuse to bestow the dignity of a name on a creature with no sense of personal boundaries or personal hygiene” was, as usual, outside digging in the yard. It was about time, I strained my ears for the unmistakable sound of our human’s footsteps.<\/p>\n

Sure enough, she soon came into view, yelling, her flat footed slippers flapping inelegantly. I almost rose to rub against her but reined myself in; I was a cat on a mission. “Coco! Jackie!” she hollered. “Mommy’s got food! You don’t wanna miss dinner, Coco!”<\/p>\n

As if! The canine came bounding in, spraying the kitchen floorboards with drool, mud and grass. “Good girl,” cooed our human as she scratched its ears. I tried to tamp down the flare of jealousy. Not now, I told myself firmly. I stretched and dropped down beside my bowl as our human gave the canine its food.<\/p>\n

Next, the human spooned out my dinner and scratched my ears saying, “Eat up, Jackie.” I purred with pleasure. Then, as always, she returned to the study and shut the door, leaving us alone to eat. I looked around. The canine was busy slurping. I quietly slipped from the kitchen and snuck out through the flap. In the yard, I steeled myself and walked to the pile of fresh earth the canine had dug today.<\/p>\n

I don’t know how I did it. I don’t want to talk about it. I could barely stand myself as I walked back into the house and went into the living room. The couch gleamed, ivory white and pristine with lace covers. I snuggled into it, rolling around, relishing the cleanliness as the dirt wiped off. I soon cleaned myself of the most visible streaks of mud. Washing off the rest over the next few days was a price I was willing to pay.<\/p>\n

I hopped onto the coffee table and meowed loudly. The canine came rushing to investigate. I crouched invitingly and swished my tail. The canine woofed with joy and lunged at me. I jumped aside at the last moment and the canine’s paws knocked the porcelain centerpiece. It hit the floor with a resounding crash. Perfect. I slunk away to the kitchen as the study door opened and our human ran into the living room.<\/p>\n

I could hear the exclamations from the living room as I started on my meal. “My god! Coco, you know you’re not supposed to climb the couch!” I licked my lips. Mmm. “Bad girl, Coco, no treat for you tonight!” I smiled to myself. A few more days. Step by step?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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