Word: Clowder

 

clowder

[klou-der] / ˈklaʊ dər /

noun

1. a group or cluster of cats. 

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                   Neil set out the trays. Currently they were empty, but that would not last. He would not get very far otherwise. He reached into the canvas bag slung over his shoulder and pulled out several cans. He opened them and spread the contents onto the trays. Immediately, they were assaulted by a group of small, furry bodies.

                   He stood and moved a few paces away to let the group of feral cats eat. He sat against a wall and watched. Neil wondered if today was the day. The day when one, or maybe even two, of the cats would finally allow contact for anything other than delivering food. He had his eye on two of them in particular. An orange male and a cow patterned female. The two were obviously a bonded pair, so if he took one, he would take the other as well.

                   But that was only if the cats accepted him as their human. So far, that had not happened. Neil had been feeding the clowder for a few months, but cats were cats. Their trust was slow to earn, and he did not want to uproot the animals without feline approval. He was confident he was winning them over though. When he started the feedings, they wouldn’t get anywhere near the cat food until he was gone. Now they waited for him to arrive.

                   He did consider trying to TNR the entire group, but that would be hard. Trapping them would inevitably ruin what trust he had built with them, and none of the local vets or shelters were equipped to handle this many. He had checked several times and places. At least the town was aware of them. Hopefully someone would be able to make sure the local kitten population did not explode too much.

                   Suddenly, all the cats stopped eating. They looked up and all in the same direction. Neil followed their gaze. Was there another animal there? Maybe something big enough to be a threat? No, there were no large predators in the area. The cats moved away and lay down. Several of them rolled over, showing their bellies. That was not something he had seen before. Or even heard of.

                   Two cats came from down the road. Two cats followed by three kittens. The newcomers moved slowly, moving each leg with a sedate pace. They arrived at the feeding area and sniffed the food. Neither ate any of it though. Instead, they moved towards Neil. They sat upright, tails curled around themselves. Both of them were grey tabbies, with one being a male and the other female. But there was something odd about them.

                   The way they acted. They way they looked at the human. Neil got a sense that they were examining him. Judging him. And not in the way people often joked about cats doing. Actually judging him. Like a human would.

                   The female turned to the three kittens and stood, moving behind the tiny bundles of fur. She nudged the three of them forward with her head. The kittens sat, looking like children who were being forced to sit still.

                   One of the kittens was black, another white, and the third grey. And they were solid in those colors. Even their noses were the same as their fur. The only parts that were of different colors were their eyes. Neil looked over the three of them. They were tiny things, and damn near the cutest kittens he had ever seen.

                   The black kitten was the first to move. It went right up to Neil and climbed up onto him. The white one was next, with the grey baby being more hesitant to join its siblings. Once all three were on his lap, the two parents turned and left without another look back. The kittens watched their parents go without complaint. Well, the grey one seemed like it wanted to go after them, raising a tiny paw in their direction, but even that one did not say a thing.

                   Neil watched as the two parent cats turned a corner and vanished. Whatever spell that had come over the rest of the clowder vanished and the regular cats dove on the food again.

                   He looked at the three kittens and a small smile crossed his face. It looked like he was going home with cats after all. The circumstances might have been odd, but life and cats worked in mysterious ways.

Word: Odoriferous

 

odoriferous

[oh-duh-rif-er-uhs] / ˌoʊ dəˈrɪf ər əs /

adjective

1. yielding or diffusing an odor.

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                When Henry opened the door, a small bell rang. Nothing unusual. The store smelled of herbs and fragrant oils. The shelves were lined with jars of incense sticks. For the type of store this was, it was all incredibly ordinary. At least, that’s what Henry thought. How could this be the place he was looking for? It made no sense. But he would trust his source.

                An older woman emerged from the back room of the store at the sound of the bell. She was tall, and thickset. Sturdy though, not fat. She wore a stained apron over her clothes and had her greying hair up in a tight bun.

                “Good afternoon. You looking for anything in particular, or just browsing?” She asked with a small smile.

                “Uh, yeah. I’m looking for something specific. Something not sold in other incense stores.” Henry replied.

                “Ah, something a bit on the rare side, eh? Well, I do all kinds of custom scents. It’ll cost you more, but they’re worth it.”

                Henry moved towards the counter. This was not a conversation to be held from across a room. He even looked around and made sure they were alone.

                “I’m not looking for something normal. I’m looking for something a bit more special. Something that can…expand someone’s perspective.”

                The woman’s smile faded. Her face hardened.

                “I don’t know what anyone told you, but I don’t do drug laced sticks. You’ll have to go somewhere else for that.”

                Henry shook his head quickly. “No, no. Not that. At least I hope it’s nothing illegal. I’m looking for something a bit more, uh, revelatory?”

                Once again, her expression shifted, this time to one of curiosity. “Really now? And who told you I could provide something like that?”

                “I don’t know his real name, but he called himself Savant.”

                Her eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then a wide, toothy grin came to her face. “Is that so? That old codger is still around? No, maybe an apprentice that took the name? Did you meet him in person or was it through a proxy?”

                “Does the internet count as a proxy?”

                “Hm. Tricky. I’d say it does, yes. So, you met online and he told you…”

                “That I should come in here and ask you for a revelation. That I could handle it.”

                “He did, huh? Did he tell you what kind of revelation you could handle?”

                “He said something about a rainbow light?”

                The shopkeeper sucked in a breath of air. “Rainbow, are you sure?”

                “That’s what Savant said.”

                “Hm. I hope he knows what he’s doing. A rainbow revelation is not something to be taken lightly.”

                “I still don’t know what that all means. He wasn’t really very clear about the fine details. Only that it would change my life.”

                “That it will. What you’ll go through with what I’m about to give you will indeed alter everything you know about the world. Whether it’s for better or for worse depends on you. Now, wait here, I’ll be right back.”

                The shopkeeper went into the back room. Henry waited, looking over the regular stock. The woman came back out with a plastic bag that she placed on the counter. Henry looked inside to see an incense stand with odd patterns on it, and seven incense sticks, each with a different color.

                “Now, only use this stand. None other will work. It has holes for each stick, color coded. Light them in color order. I hope I don’t need to tell you what that is? Once they’re all lit, it’ll only take a few minutes for the effect to kick in. Also, it’s best to do this in a closed room where you won’t be disturbed. Got it?”

                “Yeah, I got it. Is there a time limit that they have to be lit?”

                “As quickly as you can. The longer all seven are lit together, the better. Oh, and when you’re done, come back around. I want to hear all about what you experienced. And what happened to you afterwards.”

                “Uh, okay? Uh, so…”

                “No charge. Hearing about your revelation will be payment enough. Now get going. You’ve got a long and very interesting afternoon ahead of you.”

                Henry nodded and left. He looked at the bag again. He wondered if this was really the right idea. If he had not been roped into some kind of weird cult. Well, he would find out soon enough.

               

Word: Operose

 

operose 

[op-uh-rohs] / ˈɒp əˌroʊs /

adjective

1. industrious, as a person.

2. done with or involving much labor.

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                Dan and his roommate, Kevin, were barely watching TV. It was some documentary about Egypt that neither of them really cared about. But it was background noise that filled the silence that would otherwise dominate the room. Dan considered turning it off and putting on some music instead, but they could never agree on what music to listen to. It was why they used the TV instead.

                Dan was more engrossed in his phone, browsing through the offerings of e-books. He had no idea what Kevin was paying more attention to. Apparently, he was looking at the documentary more than Dan was.

                “Man, this is all bullcrap.” Kevin said.

                “Hm? What is?”

                “They’re talking about the pyramids, but they’re not even mentioning the aliens.”

                Dan let out a quiet groan. Under normal circumstances, Kevin was a decent person. A bit dim, but not too bad. But get him started on any conspiracy? Dan was tempted to just leave. Move to his bedroom and shut the door, leaving Kevin to stew in his conspiracy theorist rabbit holes. But he knew that Kevin would just follow him while explaining why “they” were lying.

                “Don’t.” Dan said. “I don’t want to hear about it.”

                “Why not? Can’t handle the truth?”

                “No, because your truth is dumb and wrong.”

                “You can only say that because you’re so indoctrinated by the system that you can’t see the truth.”

                “If I go away, will you stop talking to me?”

                “No way. You need to have your eyes open man. It’s the only way the world will change.”

                “Right.” Dan said with a heavy sigh. “So let me guess. You think the pyramids were built by aliens.”

                “I don’t think, I know. It’s the only thing that makes sense. I mean, how else did the ancient Egyptians move such heavy rocks without power tools? And how did they make such precise cuts without modern measuring tech? They couldn’t, that’s how.”

                “Uh-huh. Right. Sure. You keep on thinking that.”

                “Oh like you have better explanations.”

                “Better explanations for something that we know happened, rather than make excuses with something that has no evidence? Yes. Yes I do.”

                “Okay then, smart guy. What are they?”

                “Let’s start with how they cut the blocks. They used tools. Bronze chisels and the like. And before you say that hand tools wouldn’t be precise enough, no. You’re wrong. We have videos shot today of people using similar tools to cut stone with the exact precision that you’re claiming could only be done by what, alien lasers or something. Hell, I bet you and I could learn to do it with enough time, practice and motivation. And for moving the blocks? It’s called manpower. The Egyptians had a lot of that at their disposal. And no, they didn’t drag the big rocks across sand. They used logs or some other kind of rolling things. You know, like wheels. That’s also been demonstrated to be doable. So basically, skill and manpower. Things we know exist, and they had. Aliens? No, those have never been shown to exist on Earth. And don’t even try to point to their pantheon. Using mythology for anything is just idiotic.”

                Kevin opened and closed his mouth a few times. “That…that’s just what you’ve been told.”

                “Come on. Which makes more sense: That aliens came down the Earth, made a few stone buildings, and left, or that people built big buildings with tech that we know they had.”

                Kevin did not say anything. Dan could guess that he was thinking hard about ways to counter Dan’s words.

                “You can only say that because your mind hasn’t been opened to the possibilities!” Kevin said loudly.

                Before Dan could say anything else, Kevin stood and stormed off to his bedroom. Probably to chat with other conspiracy nuts and see how he should respond to Dan’s points.  Dan rolled his eyes. Having a conspiracy theorist as a roommate was a lot of things, but boring was certainly not one of them.