Story of the Day Based on a True Story. (and by a true story, I mean this literally happened at 8’o-clock this morning)

Once upon a time, there was a cat. His name was Binx. He was a good cat that never bothered his mother other than to occasionally meow for food. He came home at sunrise, ate his breakfast, and slept all day. He didn’t bother to wake up, or really do much of anything for that matter, until the sun went down. After sundown, Binx was up and about to run the town for the night.
    Bright one morning, Binx had a vet appointment. It was just a routine check up, but Binx didn’t know this. Shoved into a plastic box with only small holes to see out of, Binx feared the worst. Terrified, he vomited profusely in his little carrier on the car ride to the vet.
     His owner was mortified when she smelled this putrifying stench. When she (and by she I mean me. Trust me, it was really gross) finally arrived at the vet and opened the box, she was shocked. What appeared to be blood and guts, covered the bottom of his little travel box of doom (I’m pretty sure this is what Binx calls it when I put him in it). Binx’s mother rushed him inside and quickly informed the vet of the most recent and horrifying events.
    The vet took the cat and his disgusting carrier to the back to be examined. His mother waited nervously, and when the vet finally appeared, she held her breath. “Is Binx a hunter?” the vet asked.
    Hunter was an understatement. Binx was constantly bringing home small, lifeless creatures to leave on the doorstep.
    Well, you guessed it. It was guts, just not his own… Binx had vomited mouse and squirrel guts, accompanied with random, unidentified, animal body parts.
The moral of this story? CATS ARE LAZY AND GROSS!
And as you can see, he could care less.

Teaser Tuesday!

**Unedited. Still subject to change**

      A rickety old dock led to the front yard of Hedge. The swamp was still, lily pads floating silently over algae and alligator infested water, barely disturbed by their arrival. Decades-old willow trees draped in Spanish moss blocked out the golden glow of the setting sun. The continuous chorus of cicadas sang wildly, their chirping increasing as they sensed the arrival of witches. Her ears welcomed the sound after the loud boat ride and she tilted her head back to absorb the foreign air. New Orleans might not be her permanent home, but something about the Bayou spoke to her soul deeper than she ever could have imagined. She couldn’t deny that the place had a pulse, a living thing beckoning her into its swampy embrace. Encased deep in murky waters, cypress trees, and mosquitos, sat Hedge. A so-called sanctuary for witches, and the only place to find what she needed.
-Curse of Gold and Ashes. Book 2 in The Blackwood Witch Series
Copyright © Ashley Hay. 2017