This is my entry to the 2022 NYC Midnight 100-word Microfiction competition. Hoo boy, 100 words is even more difficult than 250. Every word has to have a purpose. I didn’t manage to place in the top 15 to move onto the next step for this competition, but I really love this little story. I’ll be posting the judges’ feedback soon, as well!

Anyway, here’s Snow Goons, another entry into the Cat Chronicles!

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The diminutive human, Cousin, swirls his flannel-wrapped paws over the freezing surface of a large snow-orb. Uncle stacks a fresh, lumpy orb atop it and Cousin babbles delightedly. Father laughs, observing.

Victor whines, bored, pressing his nose to the cold window-glass. He lounges on carpet-platforms, chewing his paw thoughtfully. He doesn't love this season of poisonous plants. The electric lights twinkle pleasingly, but the humans are so distracted.

Cousin takes a daring, unbalanced step toward the orb-man. His little booted feet slide through the wet snow, splitting in opposite directions. Cousin splats.
Victor supposes winter isn't completely devoid its entertainments.