Daily Feline Prompt: The Guilt that haunts me – huh?

Share a time when you were overcome with guilt. What were the circumstances? How did you overcome you guilt?


“It wasn’t me Mrs. Human, it was the feline next door.”

“But there is no feline next door Tabby. The next feline is two doors away. A feline buried their recycling material where my rose bush is.”

“But Mrs. Human I thought rose bushes like recycling material. It makes them strong and resistant. They develop king sized flowers and I am sure all your neighbours will be jealous.”

“Tabby that is almost a confession.”

“It is all a matter or interpretation. I was just saying.”

“But it is buried next to the roots of the bush.”

“All the better, absorption of the positive fertilising elements will be much quicker.”

“Not if the roots are damaged.”

“How do you know if they are damaged. You have not even looked closely. There were too many thorns on the rose to get closer, so I am sure they are not damaged.”

“You see Tabby, that is proof, you have admitted to burying your recycling matter next to my rose bush.”

“You humans are never satisified. I was convinced you would be pleased, proud, happy, but no. No appreciation for the felines.”

“But Tabby, it smells.”

“The great feline playwright William Catnipspear said in one of his great works, Romeo and Juliet on a roof at full moon “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet as feline recycling matter”.”

“I seem to have that quote differently in my memory Tabby.”

“That is because you are a human and do not appreciate the sweet scents of a feline life.”

Daily Feline Prompt: The Guilt that haunts me – huh?

8 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: The Guilt that haunts me – huh?

  1. Dear Tabby, My human very carefully removes our recycling matter every morning from her yard — I mean Bear’s playroom. She’s become very philosophical about it — she says. It’s a strange philosophy because if she happens to MISS some and she steps in it, her philosophy becomes very loud. I can’t tell if she’s excited and happy about it or angry. Between us, I think humans are quiet neurotic about these things. I, personally, prefer to conduct my recycling in the middle of the street. My human is happy with this method. Yours forever and ever and ever, Dusty T. Dog

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    • Meow Dusty
      It is too cold in the yard here at the moment, I do have my sensitive parts that I have to look after and so I have an indoor toilet. Due to the intensive training that I subject Mrs Human to, She has a scoop hanging near my tray and immediately clears away any unwanted matter. It is true humans seem to be very fussy about what we do and where we do it. I remember Fluffy, RIP. He was a male and they spray everywhere. We had a special tall grass in the garden and Mrs. Human found it smelt like a recycling tray, but it was Fluffy’s place, his favourite marking plant.
      Tday is one of those shopping days, so I have the place to myself. Hope she forgets to put the toilet lid down – the best source of drinking water.
      See you around, best meows from Tabby.

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