Daily Feline Prompt: West end felines

Every city and town contains felines of different classes: rich, poor, and somewhere in between. What’s it like where you live? If it’s difficult for you to discern and describe the different types of classes in your locale, describe what it was like where you grew up — was it luxury or sewers.

Admiral Butterfly

“I think this is going to be a quick prompt Fluffy. We both grew up in butterfly, bird and mouse land.”

“I know Tabby, although I grew up surround by five felines and about ten kittens.”

“That was because you were living in a feline commune, a sort of breeding institution.”

“I beg your pardon Tabby. We had only the best. Special food for kittens, groomed daily and a constant milk supply. Even our dad kept an eye on us.”

“Ok, Fluffy, but more than keeping his eye on you, I don’t think your dad did much more.”

“But he was the boss.”

“He was only there for breeding. The more the merrier. Our mum went on trails, on paths, she had so many admirers, she could choose.”

“Was that why all your brothers and sisters looked different Tabby?”

“I suppose so, but we were a strong breed. Once she went down to the sewers to do some slumming around, but she said that was not for her. Too many rats in the way, no peace and quiet to deal with the business.”

“My mum had her partners chosen for her, they were all from the correct breed.”

“You mean they all had corkscrew whiskers and rastafari curls on their head.”

“You are just jealous Tabby.”

“Jealous of what? I don’t lose my fur in summer and have chicken legs with no feathers. No, I am a regular Tabby with the MacDonalds “M” on my forehead. Something you Selkirk rex do not have.”

“Oh let’s call it a day Tabby. It doesn’t matter where our origins are, we all kill what breathes and moves and eat it. I can hear the sound of a tin opener Tabby.”

“No problem Fluffy, let’s go,”

Daily Feline Prompt: West End Felines

4 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: West end felines

  1. Dear Tabby and Fluffy, No one in my canine family has any idea where we came from. Mindy is a pure-bred, but she doesn’t remember anything about it. And my little sister is put together of at least three breeds — the most obvious being Great Pyrenees. My human discovered last night that I have some kind of herding breed in me when I sent Mindy in the house because I was afraid she and my little sister weren’t playing (they’ve since explained they were). But status if very important among canines. It is how we hold our society together . The worst time in my life, well, one of them, was when my human came home with another male dog. Every once in a while he would attack me. No one got seriously hurt, but it was not fun. My human had to keep us separate all the time. I’m glad cats aren’t like that. Yours always, Dusty T. Dog.

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    • Meow Dusty
      We felines like to keep ourselves to ourselves as we are the most important. Now and again we might have contact with another feline, but we usually converse in telepathy. If we know the feline we will have a sniff on the whiskers, but we do not herd, we are too busy proving that we are the best, which can involve a few quarrels by hiss and scratch. It is all a question of recognising who is gatto di tutti gatti.
      Throwing a bone your way over the pond – Tabby and Fluffy

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