Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Discovery

September 25th 2017

“The cat vomited in the living room,” he said, stepping into the kitchen doorway. “Finders, cleaners,” she said with a smirk, tossing him the paper towels and bending to open the cabinet under the sink to get the spray goo. “The cat has retched up what appears to be a tiny finger or small toe,” […]

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Deal

July 29th 2017

At sunset, Shadow went out to the fence and laid down next to the spot where the chainlink was torn. It would be dark soon. He did not want to hear that company was coming; he did not want to smell the dirt-and-blood caked fur or see the glowing yellow eyes (Mrs. Merrell looked a […]

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Service

July 13th 2017

David discovered the manatee maiden (a teemaid) crying in the shallows. “Hey, hey!” he said softly. “I’m right here. What’s the matter?” She pointed with a flipper to a cut on her tail, her eyes blinking with tears and her lower lip twitching with misery. “Did a boat do that?” David asked, carefully taking a […]

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Snake

June 28th 2017

The old woman peered over at the cards before her and nodded. “Your animal spirit … it comes through,” she said with a dry cough. Laura sighed, looking at the same cards and seeing absolutely nothing. “What it is? What’s her animal spirit?” Kevin asked and Laura elbowed him hard. “It is a snake,” the […]

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Fire

June 20th 2017

“That is the cutest thing ever,” Amanda said, looking over. In front of the ornate wood pellet stove, Smokey the Cat sat at rigid attention, his tail moving in slow motion from side to side. “That’s his favorite thing,” Rob said, laughing and shaking his head, “but only when the fire is lit.” “Danger cat,” […]

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Community

March 27th 2017

Phil cared for every animal dumped out at the junkyard. He tended to their injuries (that first aid class at the community college had always come in handy), kept them safe (made warm and comfortable shelters out of scraps of this and that, heated with a caged lamp insert that he ran minimally off of […]

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Patrol

March 8th 2017

Mel came through the door silently, then threw the dog into the living room. “You little shit, you’re going to get us killed.” He carefully divested himself of his protective gear, gun, and backpack. “One of these days, I’m just going to leave you outside, have a beer, and yell, “Bye bye, Snack!” through the […]

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Special

February 14th 2017

He fussed and fussed (as only the lonely can), arranging the meal just so, cutting a sprig of fresh parsley to place on top. They watched him silently, offering neither judgment nor encouragement. “Dinner is served, darlings!” He called out cheerily, placing the small, delicate china plates on the floor. The cats stared at the […]

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Comfort

January 30th 2017

The door flew open and The Danger burst into the room quaking with rage. Sugar sat very still, tense and on watch (lest any of the puppies she’d piled right next to her try to wander off). The Danger lunged, hitting the line, sending a wall of flame up into its face. Sugar jumped, but […]

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Progress

January 23rd 2017

“I think we’ve made tremendous progress on the ‘Crazy Cat Lady’ stereotype; there’s growing societal acceptance,” Snowball said. “Yes, I agree,” Mr. Tibbets added, addressing the room. “I applaud Engineering’s continuing good work on baselining the quality of the simulacra!” “But how are we doing in terms of social media?” Fancy asked, shaking her right […]

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