Every night when the moon was full, the air seemed different. It was fall again and the sounds of the forest seemed to be more than crickets and distant hoots of owls. It was not a quiet place when the moon was full.

We waited each fall for this time. It was important to our group. When the full moon came and the air was crisp, we listened. As we moved sleathly in the night, we knew what would be coming. We knew that soon we could be answering a call. It was an eerie sound to those who did not know it, but not too unusual.

We spent out lives blending in and keeping the order of our natures secret. We did all as we were expected, but on this kind of night, at this time of year, our focus was listening for the call. 

The brush crushed under the weight of the transport , as it placed itself directly in the line of trees, just hidden from the clearing and silent; no one except those who might know,would see it.

The sound began to emit at a high frequency.We were being summoned. Dutifully we left our warm environs and spent a few minutes acclamating ourselves to the change which the sound cued up.

Out the doors and windows we sprang, all heading toward the beacon of sound. For some it was the very first time and while they had changed, they still seemed to reflect their human ways, not their real ways, the ways of the ancients.

 Soon those of us called would reach the craft, receive their latest instructions and be rewarded. The great Bastet, the wise one, the protectoress, the one who brought our merriment, would again bless us with knowledge, insight, and a gift. 

The craft was familiar for many, as they glided to it, over the fields and forest terrain, they felt more and more themselves.

Sacred as they once were, their form was now meant to blend in with the humans in an effort to do even more to fulfill the wishes of Bastet.

Presenting themselves at the opening of the craft, thousands of them by now, silent, except for gentle purring, they awaited their treat for their return:

Nepeta cataria!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Egyptian Goddess Bastet 

 Gayer-Anderson Cat; Made out of bronze, from the Late Period about 664-332 BC. It is a representation of the cat-goddess Bastet. The cat wears jewellery and a protective wedjat amulet. A winged scarab appears on the chest and head. This sculpture is now known as the Gayer-Anderson cat, after its donor to The British Museum. Photo by Einsamer Schutze, located in the Britsih Museum - Wikipedia. 

 

Enjoy the Halloweenie Spooktacular series this year. Look for more  here each day of October.  Short reads with most suitable for children and adults.

Copyright 2012 by SheilaTGTG55

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Comment by Zanelle on October 12, 2016 at 3:33pm

Bastet!!!   Wonderful story.   Here is the link to Alyssa's October fiction club here.  I love to write for her.  http://oursalon.ning.com/profiles/blogs/prompts-and-stories-list-fo...

I added a link to this story.  You and I think alike.  Glad you shared it here.  I just found this fiction site too which looks interesting.  http://www.fictionontheweb.co.uk/2016/10/the-fourteen-fourteen-curs...

Comment by Zanelle on October 12, 2016 at 4:44pm

Bastet!!!   So fun to read you here.   I love stories like yours and look forward to following you thru October.  Alyssa makes nice prompts for us here at Our and I have done three so far.  http://oursalon.ning.com/profiles/blogs/prompts-and-stories-list-fo...

Now Im going to google Bastet and learn more.  Thanks!

Comment by koshersalaami on October 12, 2016 at 5:35pm

Can't see the picture 

Comment by Keith Joiner on October 13, 2016 at 6:08am

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Comment by Sheila Luecht on October 13, 2016 at 8:33am

This was from OS in 2012. I am sorry the pictures do not show. When I transferred them, they did. Unfortunately when I was looking at these yesterday I found all the pictures had been somehow wiped out.

Comment by Alysa Salzberg on October 15, 2016 at 4:15pm

I don't see pictures, either, which is extremely unfortunate, given the subject.  But you filled my imagination with kitties, so I still thoroughly enjoyed myself!  In case I can't get back here later on, A Very Happy Halloween!

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