Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Cringe Worthy

Do you feel uncomfortable when you see someone else being embarrassed? What’s most likely to make you squirm?


“I did not feel uncomfortable, I just felt completely astonished.”

“I know Tabby, me too. It smells feline, but seems to have lost something on the way.”

“Like a fur coat Fluffy. And look at the wrinkles on the legs, as if the skin was growing faster than the body.”

“I heard Mrs. Human say that those Sphinx felines are very expensive because they are rare.”

“Of course they are rare, who would want to look like that?”

“Shall we ignore it, Tabby.”

“I think that would be best, it might go away.”

“Do you think its mother liked it.”

“I can imagine that the mother and the father looked exactly the same.”

“My mum and dad both looked like me. Did your mum and dad look like you Tabby?”

“Not exactly. My mum looked like Nera, long black fur and my dad probably like me.”

“Why probably?”

“My mum was slightly stressed on that night. There were four of us in the litter and we all looked different.”

“You mean there were four different dads?”

“Something like that, but mum seem to have forgotten what they looked like.”

“At least you didn’t have a naked dad like that Sphinx cat.”

“No, but I don’t think they are interested in cats with fur coats, they seem to prefer them without.”

Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Cringe Worthy

4 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Cringe Worthy

    • The first time I saw it I thought someone had put a statue in my garden and then i realised what it was. I quite like them, but not really a pet, more something to exhibit.


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