Birds-eye

Birds-eye, pt 13

She nods and I find myself staring in the face of destiny. It's an ugly face; a frayed scar has taken the spot of one eye. The other eye radiates icy fascination and the will to try. Softer than a shadow the cat glides in my direction. I am fixin' to have a fit. My nemesis has reached the mantelpiece. It's actually grinning up at me. I'm weighing my options as it calcultates its jump. Time jerks back on again, while I dive off the mantelpiece, scarcely evoiding the claws yearning for me. I gather momentum. The cat turns.The other wall is closing in on me. Must turn. It has been waiting for me to do so. In one smooth run it jumps on the table, while I try to make a u-turn.

'Get off!' roars Jason at the cat. Dumbfounded it makes a tactical retreat into the corner next to the fireplace. 'What the...' he shouts at Marguerite, who has turned pale. In no time, she is on the chair, which in my humble opinion is an unwise decision, cause now she's straight in my line of flight. She swats at me.
'A bird!'

I feel umcomfortable with this attention and yet, it may be my only route of escape.
'How did that come in here?' Jason asks.
'I don't care,' she shrieks. 'Just get rid of it.'
'Since when are you afraid of birds?'
'Since they start flying around in my house! Kill it! Kill it!'

Previous parts:
Birds-eye, part 1
Birds-eye, part 2
Birds-eye, part 3
Birds-eye, part 4
Birds-eye, part 5
Birds-eye, part 6
Birds-eye, part 7
Birds-eye, part 8
Birds-eye, part 9
Birds-eye, part 10
Birds-eye, part 11
Birds-eye, part 12