Daily Feline Prompt: The Luckiest Felines

Who was the first person you encountered today? Write about him or her.

Tabby

“Tabby, you could at least move a little into the light for a better photo.”

“I am not a feline model Mrs. Human and I did not invite you to take a photo. This is all about the first person I encountered today.”

“So you are going to write about me?”

“I do not write about humans, they are only mentioned as a side dish, or shall I tell everyone how you emptied my recycling tray and filled up my water bowl and vitamin pellets.”

“But you can write about I, me and myself.”

“That is what I mean. Felines do not write about humans, slaves are boring.”

“You could tell everyone what I am wearing.”

“Felines don’t wear things so that is not interesting. You always have the same furless appearance.  If you were striped, had long fluffy fur or silky black fur it would be more interesting. You don’t even have passengers in your furless coat.”

“I hope not, and neither do you.”

“That is because I am a short furred Tabby and give myself a lick at least three times a day. You just have one big lick in the morning in that shower thing and now for something more important. I have wasted enough words on my blog today about humans. I have to keep an eye on Roschti, he is trying to climb up the bird house again and now he has moved to the garden opposite where the human that lives there is chasing him away. No justice for us felines.”

“But I think that Roschti was digging in her herb garden.”

“That’s what herbs are for, to dig into. And now I have wasted enough time with you Mrs. Human. We felines do not do encounters, we just do hiss, fight, eat, sleep and a fur lick. Now and again a tummy tickle is pleasant, did you hear Mrs. Human. Here I am laying on the floor ready for a tummy tickle.”

“At once Tabby.”

Daily Prompt: The Luckiest Felines

14 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: The Luckiest Felines

    • She definitely is now. At the beginning there was Tabby and her litter sister Nera. Nera was a big black longfurred overweight feline who was in charge. Unfortunately she left us almost 2 years ago. Then there was fluffy, a blind Selkirk Rex, the man of the pack, although he never really noticed it. He left us a couple of months ago and now we just have Tabby, so yes, Tabby is really now the boss and she knows it.

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  1. Dear Tabby, The first person I encountered this morning was Bear, my little sister, who went out side and came back covered with snow to tell me and Mindy that it was snowing. We don’t care. So annoying. Don’t get a little sister, especially a really big fluffy one. Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog

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    • Meow Dusty
      I had a sister, she was a few minutes older than me, but I don’t think we had the same father. Fluffy was a sort of brother, but not in my tribe. I think I have had enough of the others, now it is I, me and myself. If it snows here I do not go out, just watch it through the window and eventually go to sleep. Who needs snow?
      Sleep well, and ignore your little sister. I always find that is the best solution when these relatives arrive without wanting them.
      Purrss Tabby

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  2. Tabby, I was expecting this. Who else except Mrs. Human would come to you in the early morning to take care of your needs. You are a big boy now still you need her services. You see in that case she has all the right to get maximum space in your blog.

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    • Of course we are not their slaves.
      “Tabby stop spreading your litter on the floor after your recycling process.”
      “I am thinking about it, but have still not found the reason why not to do it. In the meanwhile you can empty my try and perhaps use that vacuum cleaner, but don’t make to much noise for my sensitive ears.”

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