The Cursed Diary, chapter 10

Welcome to another Thursday, a day we have a new chapter of ‘The Cursed Diary’.
Our Hero managed to stop Lady Chambelle from crying any further, he seen McSniff fight several cats who are trying to stop the bridge from being build. And there is more happening all during diner our lovely Cooky has made. And with that I will wish, who do celebrate, a happy Thanksgiving.

The Cursed Diary, chapter 10.

The smell of freshly made meal infuses with the air and the eyes are delighted to see a delicious plate filled a soft pink salmon mousse. Some frail looking herbs on top and slices of what look like potato. Cooky has been going al out as a second plate has a rose of more salmon, smoked this time and a colourful salad. Everyone is sitting at the table when the final course put on the table. A brown chocolate mousse cake stands in the middle, its scent already intoxicating our mind with how it will taste.

“Lad I thank you for bringing this along, Milady I was able to make your favourite dessert a chocolate mouse cake, my I ask our hero to do the honours” Cooky stands with a smile and has her hand stretched out to William, showing her gratitude.

-“Thank you so much Cooky, who provided us with these wonderful tasting ingredients. And If you please Sir William, ill you do us the honours?” Lady Cynthia is smiling and sniffs in some of the chocolate scent.

William takes a stand and bows to the ladies, “It would be my pleasure Ladies to give you all a slice of this cake. And let us thank Lady Gladys for filling the basket for Milady Chambelle”

With out wasting any more seconds, William starts cutting the cake and gives each of the ladies a piece of the mouth watering cake. Time is flying by as they enjoy their cake and coffee after. All in a lot better mood and smiling. Even Lady Chambelle has her guard down for a second saying McSniff makes her purr on times. Quickly she recover herself and tells everyone to be quiet about what she said. In her snobbish lady like voice. All they did was smile. What would have been Cooky’s secret ingredient in that cake.

William yawns and stands on his aching tired feet. “If the ladies do no mind it has been a very long day for me”

-“Ah yes Sir William, Kitty show the gentleman his room, he is staying here tonight, I hope you did ready the room while I was having mm bath “ Just like that Lad Cynthia is giving orders “I will be there soon to”

Kitty takes a bow and ask our hero to follow her to his room, where he can take his well deserved rest. Cooky pours a drink for her mistress and walks of to her kitchen to clean up and also get ready for bed after.

Little does the four know what is going on a little in land as a small air balloon is flying off in to the dark night. Up stairs William walks into a room bigger then imagined. A seating corner a large bed and still room enough to have a dance. A dresser with a small lovely decorated bowl filled with a little bit of water. Behind it a huge mirror in a decorated wooden frame.

But it all is to much to take in. kitty closes the door and William quickly undresses himself. To tired to wonder he slips into bed and within seconds fall asleep. Taking him back to the closet in that run down house.

William wakes up with a spasm, bumping his head against the wall and yelling in pain. Holding a hand in front of his mouth and one on his head, being reminded by the door with the broken louvres, he is not in Paris any more. His eyes checking his fingers knuckles to nails. His hand looks human again. A small ray of light reaches in to eh cabinet. Nobody is coming, could it be the tall man is out. He id bump his head hard. He opens the door and lets himself roll out. Stretching with a painful sounding  moan. Getting up slowly, his body have been crammed up in side that small space for some time.

Dust in his nose makes him sneeze after he took that deep breath and arch his back in to place. Still nobody coming up or into the hallway, he is alone in the house. He takes some careful steps into the direction of the room and pushes the handle down. With a squeak the door opens and William sticks his head through the door. Drag marks are still visible in the dusty floor. A chair a sofa and an old orange crate with a cup on it, likely used as a coffee table.

A pillow and a neatly folded blanket in he corner of the sofa and a metal handle sticking up above the arm rest. With a side step and his head looking around the seat he sees a  small cage. That must be where they kept the writer, or still do. A quick check with his head out the door, listening to any sounds he walks over to the far end of the room. Taking a peek into the cage he finds a cat rolled up on a news paper, with a small bowl of water. Cat food scattered around.

A tap against the bars have the cat look up. Stepping back with a frightful look on William’s face when he sees a touch of human characteristics. Tiny baby fingers on one paw and a human nose. He just cannot believe what he is seeing.

“What you looking stupid, is it really that unbelievable after you been in a diary?”

-“Wait… what… you can talk, how when what…is this real?” William stumbles over the small crate making even more noises, but this time he doesn’t care.

The cat stands on its two back legs, stretches his paws and back and sits down on his ass tail wrapped around to the front, “Would you be so kind as to open the door for me, not sure how long Mr. Gunther will stay away.”

On his hands an knees William crawls cross the floor and reaching out to the door to open the cage “Could you please explain to me what is going on?”

Squeaking hinges from down stairs, alarm the two and the cat jumps out his now open cage.

“He is back! Hide”

-“Who is back…, who are you talking about…, where are you going? Hey….” William keeps his volume down as much as he can during this temporary surprised anger moment and follows our released cat. “Wait up…”

©Ranting Crow 2013

That concludes chapter 10 of our Parisian cats and being back in the real world. What will happen now that William has freed the husband of Lady Chambelle.
Hope you enjoyed the read of another chapter. Chapter 10 already who would have thought. I didn’t.

Best wishes and happy Thanksgiving
Ranting Crow