Daily Feline Prompt: Third Rate Feline Romance

Tell us your funniest relationship disaster story.

Tabby and Nera - even sisters fight sometimes

“Were you having an argument with your sister, Tabby?”

“Of course not, we did not argue, just had different opinions from time to time. We were discussing that I was in her way and I should move.”

“But it looks like a real fight.”

“Of course not, we were sisters although there is an open question about whether we shared the same father.”

“How is that possible?”

“Mrs. Human how long have you been with the same mate.”

“You mean Mr. Human? I would not exactly call him a mate, we humans use the word husband.”

“Yes well we felines do not use the word husband, it does not exist …..”

“…in meow?”

“Mrs. Human don’t put words into my mouth, although I did just want to remark that the meow language is very well consructed, and we tend to save words.”

“So what about your father or fathers?”

“What about them? Our mum was just in the mood and so was my dad, or Nera’s dad, probably both of them. Anyhow after dad No. 1 and mum had a few meow/hissy moments together, dad No. 2 arrived.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Mum could never keep a secret. Anyhow that is probably why I am a short haired tabby and Nera had such long black fur, although our other brother and sister were more a mixture.”

“There were more of you?”

“When mum did something, she did a proper job, no half way with our mum, although I don’t think there were more dads that two. She was quite worn out afterwards.”

“So where are your other brother and sister?”

“No idea, perhaps it might be the feline across the road, who knows.”

“You don’t recognise your own family.”

“Family? that doesn’t actually exist …..”

“…in meow?”

Daily Feline Prompt: Third Rate Feline Romance

13 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: Third Rate Feline Romance

  1. Dear Tabby, For most canines, “family” doesn’t exist in “Woof” either. I’m lucky because I have an adopted family, two nice females. Mindy T. Dog and my little sister, who’s now as big as I am, Polar Bear T. Puppy. Mindy T. Dog is what is called a ‘pure bred’ which means her mom and dad were the same kind of canine, but she still eats poops so what’s the big deal, right? Yours always and always, Dusty T. Dog

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    • Meow Dusty
      I am also a pure bred, pure bred Tabby, although I think it is more throwback Tabby or they ran out of the nice silky black fur when I was manufactured. Nera was a long black furred feline, she referred to it as silky black fur, although I had never seen silk with squashed snails before. Our Fluffy was a Selkirk Rex, but his whiskers kept breaking off, although they looked more like corkscrews than anything else. I haven’t tried that part in my diet yet, but Mrs. Human always removed it from the recycling tray, so no chance.
      See you around, Mrs. Human has to go and eat now – Tabby

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    • There was a cat in a nearbye village living with a friend of a workfriend that had a kitten. That was my first feline Lady, but she unfortunately died when she was 8 months old. The mother cat then had another litter of four cats and asked if I was interested, so I took Tabby and Nera and that was how they arrived. There were two other cats in the litter, the vet’s nurse had one and the family where I got Tabby kept the other one. And that was how it begun 14 years ago.

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    • But I find it interesting that they can have a litter of kittens with two different fathers. I think the males just queue up and wait for the right moment. It seems the females usually swipe the males with their paw when they are finished – feline methods I suppose.


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