Young Writers Society

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A family of cats rose – slightly more lazily than your average house-cats – to a brilliantly inviting mid-day sun. The five cats had, on the previous day, eaten what would normally have lasted a week in tuna. Therefore, it was no surprise that after patiently and instinctively taking turns to lap some milk, they all went back to sleep.

It wasn’t until there was a repetitious rapping for several minutes on one of the sunroom’s windows that Hamstring finally awoke.

He looked to his right, towards the source of the noise, and upon identifying the cause, shot up, hurried a stretch, and ran to get the door.

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A cat – especially a kitten of Hamstring’s stature- could clearly never open a human-sized door.

Said door, which Hamstring rushes to while tripping over empty tuna cans, to let in this mysterious morning visitor, is in fact a specially designed and installed (keeping in mind Hamstring and the cats have no concept of installations) leather cat-door.

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Hamstring pawed the latch on the leather door flap and the flap rolled down making way for a curious shape.

The figure Hamstring had at first taken for Jay Blue was in fact a large golden-furred mouse. It stood a foot-tall, but its irregular size did not occur to the kitten. What Hamstring couldn’t get past was the fact that this mystery mouse was walking on its hind legs, and had much the same posture as the giant pink birds that frequented the area around his home.

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Something interesting to take note of at this point is the impressive items this large mouse was garmented in. Hamstring doesn’t know anything about clothing, so his young and untried mind registered the mouse’s royal blue robe, which was beautifully freckled with ostentatious gems and needlework, as his fur.

His mind also failed to acknowledge the matching, three-inch tall, peaked, wide brimmed cap he wore.

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Hamstring was too tired to think of anything to say so he just stared in awe at the most unexplainable thing he had seen in his life. Then the mouse in wizard’s clothing took the initiative and poked his head in the door - politely of course.

“You must be Hamstring.” The visitor squeaked in a voice that sounded quite unlike a mouse. “I’m Dramsquatch, the mouse wizard. How do ya do?”

The wizard reached out a furry five-fingered hand, and then laughed when he saw the expression of incomprehension on the young kittens face.

“Ha ha, well,” Dramsquatch began as he grinned and drew back his hand. “I suppose it’ll be a while before you master that one.”