Daily Prompt: A True feline saint

In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron feline of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.

The Kartause

“Mrs. Human, I have to go, he is waiting for me.”

“Waiting for you – do you have a boyfriend?”

“Mrs. Human remember that fateful day many years ago? No I do not have a boyfriend and he does not have a girlfriend, we both had the same appointment at the vets. It is the local Kartause, Butch, we are learning How to place a curse on felines invading your territory.*

“I thought the idea of this feline prompt was that you would become saintly, something special, helping the others.”

“A matter of interpretation. Butch and I decided that that was for the dog, not for such special deities like us cats. After all we were once worshipped …..”

“….. as Gods?”

“Oh, you know it already?”

“You have mentioned it a few hundred times.”

“Today we have lesson No. 1 “The right way to sharpen your claws and teeth”.

“Sounds interesting,”

“Of course, we have even downloaded a book on our pawpads “Sharpening claws for dummies”. Can you lend me your nail file and your sonic toothbrush?”

“I thought a piece of wood would do the trick for the claws and since when does a feline need a toothbrush.”

“True, the table leg in the living room would be just as good. “Butch come in, Mrs. Human said we can use the table leg for sharpening claws.”

“Fine Tabby, you can take the leg not the right and I will take the leg on the left. Oh, hello Mrs. Human, don’t you have some shopping to do for a few tins of tuna fish????”

“No Butch, I do not.”

“It is just that Tabby and I have to concentrate and we like to do our practice without outside intervention.”

“Butch, Tabby, I have another solution. Why don’t you take a walk to the old oak tree at the end of the garden. I am sure that would be just as good for sharpening claws as my expensive teak table legs.”

“If you insist Mrs. Human, but are you sure we would get a nice sharp finish on the claws. Teak is much more resistant. And what about our teeth?”

“Just have a chew on a something tough.”

“Can we borrow your handbag, the one made of calf leather?”

“Go, both of you, disappear and practice having a feline fight for territorial rights.”

“But we might get hurt.”

“Go.”

Daily Feline Prompt: A True Feline Saint

9 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: A True feline saint

  1. Dear Tabby, My human is a saint. She says I’m just a very good dog, but between us, my little sister is better. I was a little envious about that but envy is for petty creatures. Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog P.S. Butch is a handsome Russian blue. I’m glad you found a friend.

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    • Meow Dusty
      Yes well I suppose my human is a saint in a way, she just has to follow my instructions. Yes Butch is a good looker I must say, shame I am not able to appreciate it, but neither is he. We often have a growl at each other, sometimes a dispute, but I am always the winner, I can run faster and he is too fat to get through the cat flap. Envy is part of my feline life, don’t know where I would be without it.
      Your feline colleague from over the pond – Tabby

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  2. Oh my goodness! How have Xena, Isabel, Boomer, Buffy and I missed reading this? Isabel reminds me daily that she really should be worshiped–as is her due. I think she and Butch and Tabby would have some interesting conversations.

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    • Although Tabby tends to become quite transcendential in his conversations, which are usually quite one sided, her side. She is an avid follower of dadaism and I often find her reading the works of Sigmund Paw Freud.

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  3. There is a good reason why there are no feline saints 🙂 Our last, best cat — Big Guy — destroyed an entire living room of expensive, upholstered leather furniture … and more … and more … He was such a sweetie, except for those claws!

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    • The late Fluffy must have been following in his paw steps. He left his marks on the black leather furniture. By the way actually Fluffy was not called Fluffy, my dad once called him fluffy and I adopted the name for the blog. He was always known as Grögle at home, which is a Swiss German word meaning “Funny little thing”.

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