CATS

It was beautiful. The colour, the curves. The wooden figurine of Bastet, an Egyptian cat that was respected as a goddess, complemented the design of my living room perfectly. It stood proudly in the centre of a glass cabinet, staring at me with its soulful eyes. I was memerised by its beauty. Though my wife objected to it, I went ahead and bought it in a little shop along the streets of Cairo, Egypt. It was hidden in a corner, old and dusty. I fell in love with it at first sight. It was too beautiful to be ignored.

A week later, unfortunate events took placed. It started with things moving about. My books moved from the shelfs to the kitchen. My chairs moved from the dining room to the toilet. It was mysterious at first but I convinced myself it was a prank pulled by my wife. One day, things went really wrong. The figurine shifted itself. It was now at the corner of the cabinet.

My wife and I knew something was very wrong. The figurine was not shifted by my wife. She did not even want to look at it, for fear of a curse. Why will she move it? I looked at at the figurine. It looked the same except for its legs. It has claws. After the incident, nothing went well for my family. From accidents to deaths, nothing was left out. All under the watchful eyes of the Cat.

Finally, we could stand it no more. I sent it back to Cairo, donating it to a museum. From then on, everything went fine. My life was back to normal. Now and then, I would think of the Cat- and its eyes.

Emily Tan (21)
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