Following the trail of an illusive scent
"I race to the spot only to find the scent has moved through the door and grown faint."
The scent is wonderful and pulls me towards its source.
I value my sense of smell more keenly than others, I think. I can follow a scent long after it has passed through an area, while others can only follow a few hours afterwards. My associates generally show themselves to be indifferent to my abilities, feeling they don't need anything further; that is, until they need to find their way. Then, suddenly, I am the most important thing in their lives. Oops, did not mean to ramble on, I do that sometimes. But let me now begin my tale.
The scent is wonderful and pulls me towards it's source. But then it seems to evaporate as it twists and twirls in the crowded room. I seek high and low but the elusive scent evades me. At times, it is very strong, at others it seems to completely disappear from my senses. Suddenly, It becomes so strong I can nearly taste a bit of it in the rush of air that floats past me from the closing of a large door. I race to the spot only to find that the scent has moved through the door and grown faint.
Frustration fills me. The door is large and I do not know how to open it. I scream my frustration and throw my large frame against the very door itself. Finally the door gives, thought I know not how, and allows me to pass through. I sniff the air and detect a small scent wafting through the air to my left. I race down the sidewalk in that direction. The scent now seems to be moving to the right and down another street. As I follow, the scent grows stronger. I run, feeling that I am nearly there. It is so close!
Why does the carrier not stop and wait for me?
I race along the path, shouting for the carrier of this wonderful scent to stop and wait for me. The people in front of me continue on their way completely oblivious to my presence. I notice that the aroma comes more from the left and I move towards that area only to have a strong wind blow the scent away from my seeking nostrils. It is unfair! I sit against the wall and shout my frustration to the world and those around me, but no one cares. No one even turns in my direction.
Finally, after tiring of my bit of a tantrum, though I could have continued on all night, I rise and sniff the air in the hopes of gaining an idea of the direction my quarry has taken. At first all seems lost: but, there, a faint trace. Then another. Is this a trick of the wind, or is it truly the path I must take. I race in that direction and pick up a stronger scent of the object I seek. Yes, the scent is definitely growing more hearty. I move slowly now, crawling to avoid detection: after all I am rather large and easy to spot if I do not take precautions.
"Without any regard to my own protection, I race down the alley"
It is in the alley.
I move slowly to the edge, staying crouched to avoid being seen. The alley is clear, to my great relief. I can smell my quarry from that direction. I look right and left to see if I have been spotted by any of my enemies. I find that, though there are many about, none have taken notice of me. But wait, someone is walking towards me at a fair pace. Will he stop to inquire about my quarry, or will he move past me with little notice? Someone shouts right behind me and I jump at the sound. Not that I was frightened or anything, it just seemed that jumping was the best solution at the time.
I adjust myself mid-leap so that I will land gracefully, rather than falling in an embarrassing heap, then I use my height to search for my quarry. The upper air is filled with the odors of a busy city which keeps me from further profitable inspection. I land with a loud crash, knocking over several trash cans that were in my way. I scream out in frustration and scramble to get clear of their smell. Some have turned at the sound of my crash but I take a mere a moment to scream my deviance at them before turning in the direction where a faint odor lingers. How terrible! I should have been unseen.
I grow weary of the chase, but the scent drives me forward. I must find the source. The alley splits into three different ways and I am temporarily stumped. I sniff and sniff, trying to find the way, but other scents are overriding the odor and I am unable to identify the correct path. I sit down and once more scream my anger and frustration. Suddenly a light wind causes the scent to drift beneath my nose and I am once more off in pursuit, completely ignoring the shouts of others who did not like my angery shouts.
After only a few moments, however, the scent is gone. I sit and try to determine what has happened. Have I lost my quarry? Have I been out-witted after all? Impossible! I backtrack in the hopes of regaining the scent. There, to the right, I have it now. There is a door there. The scent comes from behind the door. I scratch my frustration out on the wooden panels and scream at whoever might be behind the door. My anger grows as there is no response. Suddenly, I hear a noise and I step back thinking that it is about time. The door slowly opens.
I pause in my narration for the perfect effect...
"Ah, I have finally found you!"
I am finally there!
“Well, well, my little furry friend,” the human says reaching down and petting me gently, “I thought you would be missing your meal tonight,” the human chuckled. “Thought you had found yourself a female and was in pursuit of her rather then coming to me for supper.”
He picks me up and carries me through the door. Sitting on a plate near where I have my food bowl is a large piece of raw tuna; my very favorite, and the source of my detective skills. I purr my delight and then greedily gobble the raw flesh. After all, I have been very busy seeking this quarry and believe that I have earned it.
May you have success in seeking your quarries through the difficult pathways of life.
© 2011 Cheryl Simonds
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