Rainbow escapes again! The cat with the colorful name can be found all over the world.
Writers responded to the prompt, and what follows is a collection of perspectives in 99-word stories arranged like literary anthropology.
Those published at Carrot Ranch are The Congress of Rough Writers.
A Beginning at the End by Annette Rochelle Aben
Joni drew her knees up under her chin and closed her eyes. If only she had a friend with whom she could share moments like this. There was a gentle rain falling but she was protected by the thick foliage of her favorite tree.
Outside was where Joni went to think and dream. Lately, she’d been dreaming of a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. So, she always tried to be under the tree during gentle rain.
She opened her eyes to see the sun shining, and walking out of the rainbow was a golden-haired cat.
Rhetorical Question by JulesPaige
On the outside looking in the pane of glass at the deli, Rainbow (the feline) spied the horse of a chef. The man could be sighing neighs while working at building the Dagwood on the marble counter. How many nays would be uttered when that masterpiece was sliced up to feed the homeless shelter? Not many, those who had suffered the pain of hunger would gladly take a portion. The chef was a wizard with cold cuts, cheeses, dressings and accoutrements. Luckily there was always something the chef saved for Rainbow the cat!
History Mystery by Carole Warren
Silently, I creep outdoors before humans awake, heading east along the tidal river path. Curiosity about the mysterious relics pull me deeper down the wooded trail. When did trains last roll across these abandoned tracks? What did these moss covered pilings support back then? What commerce sustained this rusted railway?
Growl! I must trek through the abandoned shipyard another day. Returning through the door labeled, “Rainbow,” I search for kibbles. Belly now full, I perch at the window to watch the confused flow of the Hoquiam River. High tide, low tide? Whirlpooling leaves and debris lull me to sleep.
A Rainbow in Faerie by Joanne Fisher
“You must be Cindy’s cat. Having a look are ya?” asked a gnome sitting nearby. “
I wanted to explore.” Rainbow answered. She had walked through the portal and found everything here was more alive and verdant.
“Fair enough.” the gnome said. “Cats are curious creatures. What’s your name?”
“My feeders call me Rainbow. My other name is secret.”
“Rainbow’s a good name for a cat. I’m Babradon.”
Rainbow was about to explore the place when suddenly she was picked up. “There you are! It’s time we went home.” said Cindy.
Rainbow looked mournfully at the lush landscape. Another time.
Rainbow Cat’s Outdoor Adventure by Norah Colvin
Right on cue, the tabby sprang into the yard as the children tumbled out, scattering to various activities. Some stopped for cuddles before choosing. One picked it up, determined it would be his for the day. Preferring to be master of its own decisions, with a wriggle and a scratch, the cat leapt from arms into pots of liquid colour. The fingerpainters squealed as they became the canvas for the unintentional artist. Rainbow hands grabbed the cat scratch-scrambling on masterpieces spread to dry. The cat hissed and bounced away to safety as the children chanted, “Rainbow cat! Rainbow cat!”.
Aloysius: A Fairy Tale by Nancy Brady
Once upon a time there was a cat called Rainbow. He never understood why his humans picked that name because he had white fur. Snowball, maybe, although his name was Aloysius, which seemed like a sensible name to him. Aloysius was a stray wandering the countryside until one day when, after a downpour, a young girl found him shivering by the side of the road. Aloysius was soaked and the drops glistened on his fur. The sun began to shine and the refraction of the light broke into seven distinct colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
Spells by D. Avery
Inside it’s all boil, bubble, toil and trouble. “Get out of the way, cat!” When the mother one holds the door for her, the cat darts out. Blinking in the morning sunshine, she is joined by the little one. She arches her head under the small palm then leads the way. They have their own matters to attend to.
The meadow is a galaxy starred with clover, each a universe of wonder. Dew dampened leaves spin green into sparkling gold; a rainbow appears in the form of a hummingbird.
Cat and child purr, enchanted by the magic of morning.
Fishing Day by Saifun Hassam
Finally! Fishing day at the BlueWing River. Rainbow ran along the embankment trail. She knew Joey’s fishing schedule pretty well by now.
Near the creek that ran into the river, Rainbow sniffed the early morning air. She plunged into dense, tall cattails and sedges. Bobcat tracks and scat. Maybe a few hours ago. Best to keep away from the woodlands today.
Hidden in a natural “blind” Rainbow eyed the songbirds. She jumped! Birds escaped into the skies, ducks into the river. Geese, undaunted, charged Rainbow. She turned tail, loving every moment of the run. She loved those fishing days!
Painting the Rainbow Michael Fishman
Ben Dykstra spends his summer painting Grover Lake at different times of the day. Ben and Elaine rent the cabin next to ours at Woodview Acres.
The cabins don’t overlook the woods and I agree, why Woodview and not Lakeview?
Out walking and Puff saw Ben. Before I could react, Puff pulled the leash from me and sped straight toward Ben.
Startled by the appearance of an overweight brown tabby, Ben jumped back and dropped his paint palette onto the head of an equally startled – and presently annoyed – cat.
“Hello,” he laughed. “How are you, rainbow cat!
Rainbow Hunter Duane L Herrmann
Rainbow on her ledge at the window staring intently, eyes darting now and then. What movement, what animal has her attention, hunter that she is? The door opens and, in an instant, she is out! Her target is still there. Human hopes it’s not a bird, but the bell on Rainbow will give it warning. Outside, Rainbow stalks, skilled hunter here. So stealthly, she’s learned how to move to keep the bell silent – mostly. The bird’s hearing is acute. One faint jingle is all he needs to flee. Up, suddenly, the bird keeps its life and future for today.
Chirpy Mornings by Reena Saxena
My morning starts with chirping of birds on the ledge.
They keep communicating, while gorging on biscuit crumbs. At times, they fly away suddenly as my cat, Rainbow barges into the room.
One of the lovebirds is quite bold. She continues to demand fearlessly, about six inches away from my hand. Then, I notice the nest with her babies, and understand the urgency. She needs food to feed them.
Rainbow shot out today, as the door was opened to keep the garbage out. I’m so happy we live in a high rise, and the birds are beyond his reach.
Rainbow’s Liberation of a Sort by Bill Engleson
Thirteen. Lucky thirteen. It’s been an easy life. Apartment living. Got no complaints. Well, maybe a couple. But who’s listening?
When I was a puss, her ‘little furball’ is what she called me, they’d whisk off to what they called ‘the cabin’, leave me with sitters, sweet ladies who’d come in, feed me, remove the…you know…
That was okay.
Kinda dull, though.
Did some serious sleeping then…
Couple of years ago, they finally took me with them.
To the ‘CABIN’.
What a revelation!
On a deck.
On the ground.
A billion birds.
And tons of “NO”!
Rainbow Gets a New Home by Sue Spitulnik
Michael wheeled through the library talking to a fellow meeting attendee. The resident cat, Rainbow, on hearing Michael’s voice appeared from behind the counter and jumped into his lap.
The woman working chuckled. “I guess he’s going to your meeting too.”
Michael grinned. “We’ve made friends since I’ve been coming in regularly. In fact, I haven’t seen him with any children lately. ”
“No. He’s getting older and not as tolerant. Want to adopt him?”
“Really? Tessa would be thrilled, but the dog might not be.”
Michael cuddled him. “Rainbow, you want to go home with me?”
From Where She Came by Donna Matthews
I sit at the front window again. My coffee growing cold again, and again, I don’t care.
But, too much silence.
I jump up and run into the living room, down the hall, into her room, screaming her name – she’s nowhere!
I run outside and see her sitting by the road.
“Mommy! Look what I found!” In her lap, a tiny kitten, I sit to join her.
“Look, mommy,” as she points to the sky where a rainbow frames our house, “I want to name her rainbow, from where she came.”
I start crying…again.
Somewhere Over by Rebecca Glaessner
Human structures buzzed. Cat flicked ears. Crept beneath un-alive bushes with strange smells. Made the journey to Secret Place.
Too many humans at Dark now. Can’t handle Day anymore.
Cat ruffled fur, warm air reaching skin.
“Right there!” A child.
“Shut up. Get inside.” Child’s Human.
Child’s eyes met Cat’s as Human shoved Child through door-portal.
Cat couldn’t stand human structures. Stifling and shut-in and stinking of apes.
In silence Cat and Child met. Window-sheets fluttering.
“Your fur’s so beautiful,” Child marveled, “can I call you Rainbow?”
Rainbow and Child spent all Darks together from then on.
Rainbow Leaves the Library / রামধনু লাইব্রেরি ছেড়ে যায় / Rāmadhanu lā’ibrēri chēṛē yāẏa by Anne Goodwin
Stirred from sleep by the siren, Rāmadhanu refused to open an eye. She’d retired from sex and mousing; it took more than a randy tom to tempt her from between the library stacks.
But the sound insisted. Nature obeyed. Rāmadhanu pawed the scorching pavements, dust tickling her nose.
Humans! She’d abandoned her nest for this? Yet instinct prevailed once again. As they meowed by drawing bows on tautened strings, Rāmadhanu joined in, her voice soaring heavenward.
Until muzzled by a memory, a tale of students martyred here for their mother tongue. Rāmadhanu tuned into the haunting melody. Music, bittersweet.
Three Houses by Hugh W. Roberts
Three Houses. Which one would you choose? Rainbow has the answer.
Having come from wherever it had departed, the cat’s eyes peered at the three houses. The first was too dark, dull and lifeless. Nobody lived there. The second was charming, full of life; every window opened with a mixture of human voices and music emerging — no chance of any peace there. A rainbow flag fluttered from the third and, although familiar, seeped grief. A tragic-looking middle-aged man named Adrian answered Rainbow’s scratching at the front door. “Richard? Is that you? You always told me you’d come back as a cat.” Tears of comfort allowed grief to leave empty-handed.
Rainbow Emerges by Charli Mills
The ribbon of road opened to a clearing where several cabins squatted. Max could separate house, privy, sauna, from woodshed. The house was nominal. No matter. Max had no intention to stay with Jurmo. She wasn’t boarding with a self-proclaimed “tree wizard” or a church zealot. Max rented a distant campsite. She honked, a backwoods courtesy. A door opened and a massive Norwegian Forest Cat emerged with a crown of dried flowers. Her dad followed. “Rainbow, our princess has returned.”
Max fingered the boot blouse she wore on her wrist. Remember, you are a grown researcher and a Marine.
Rainbow on the Horizon by Carole Warren
Rainbow jumps out of her hefty pickup pulling a beast of a rig. “Darn!” she panics. “My RV is too big for this space.” Her newness to the travel world swarms around her like the coastal fog.
With cat-like reflexes, she hops around the trailer ,checking this and that, while conferring a smartphone checklist.
Determined for success, Rainbow heeds advice from her experienced campsite neighbor, jumps back into the truck, and follows her cohort’s parking directions.
Once there were two adventurous cats. Rainbow, now a widow for years, has set out to live an adventurous life, once again.
Tiny Terror by FloridaBorne
The Tiny Terror stares at me with golden yellow eyes and thinks; ‘Who in their right mind names a cat Rainbow???’ I wonder about that too, seconds before questioning my sanity. ‘Once, I named a cat Sugar.’ The Tiny Terror’s eyes light up. ‘The one that peed in your shoe when she was angry?’ “Yes,” I replied. The Tiny Terror curls into a cat ball and whispers with the flick of a tail, ‘bored now.’ Never will I name a cat Rainbow. With my luck it will pee on everything I own. Although… the Tiny Terror was well named.
Rainbow Cat and Cheeser the Mouse by H. H. R. Gorman
Cheeser the Mouse followed his nose. He peeked around a tree. A cat’s claws tapped on a pot filled with cheddar.
“Hello there, little mouse.” His voice cooed, attractive. “Come, ingratiate me. Do a dance and call me Rainbow. Perhaps I’ll give you this cheese.”
The smell of the cheddar was irresistible for a field mouse. Cheeser stepped out and danced a jig. “Is that good enough, Rainbow?”
Rainbow, while sitting on the pot of cheese, snatched up Cheeser and ate him. “Good show indeed, Cheeser – and at the other end of this Rainbow, you’ll get your cheddar gold.”
Blowin’ His Horn by Doug Jacquier
Guy strolls into the club like he’s so cool he’s trailin’ dry ice. Wearin’ a technicolour coat that looks like he borrowed it from Joseph, know what I’m sayin’? Middle of the day but he’s wearin’ shades. Must need ‘em for when he looks at himself in the mirror, know what I’m sayin’? Asks if it’s OK if he sits in for our next jam, kinda like an audition. I shrug and nod. Unpacks his horn and gives it a polish with the edge of his coat. Cat calls himself Rainbow. A few bars in, we call him Painblow.
Cool for Cats by Geoff Le Pard
‘Logan, did you ever do drugs?’
‘What’s this, Morgan? You joined the moral majority?’
‘No. My uncle Thaddeus popped in…’
‘Taddy the Tab.’
‘That’s him. He said everyone born after 1955 did something. I told him you didn’t.’
‘You’re the most anal uptight person I know…’
‘Squeeze had me in mind when they wrote Cool for Cats.’
‘Oh yes. I saw everything in multi-technicolour rainbows, life’s an Elysian Field….’
‘I never knew…’
‘If that’s all, I need to get to the library and change my books…’
‘Not much has changed then?’
‘Still too cool for school…’
Rainbow’s the Cool Cat at Carrot Ranch
When Pigs Fly by D. Avery
“Been mighty quiet, Kid. Cat got yer tongue?”
“So ta speak. Got nuthin’ fer this prompt. Asides, last time ya made me return the rainbow cat ta the library. I ain’t doin’ this un. It’s the end a the rainbow far as I’m concerned.”
“Well I’m concerned; yer up ta somethin’. Where ya takin’ thet pig?”
“Gonna teach Curly ta point an’ flush pheasant, keep ‘em outta the corn. Look’t her go! Must be onta one. She’s practic’ly flyin’ ta the cornfield!”
“There ain’t no bird, Kid.”
“Shift! She’s eatin’ up the corn.”
“Curly’s found her pot a gold.”