Daily Feline Prompt: Felines are not bitter, only sweet

Tabby

“Look Mrs. Human, the feline next door, Roschti, is in my territory.”

“Calm down Tabby, she is not taking anything away, just on a walk in our garden.”

“You must be joking Mrs. Human, felines do not just take walks anywhere, unless they are planning something, like a take over. Look, she is spraying.”

“Tabby you spray as well.”

“That is something completely different. I was here first and my spray is the proof that it is all mine.”

“No Tabby, it just proves that if too many felines spray in my garden, the garden begins to smell.”

“Are you insinuating that I smell.”

“Of course not Tabby, I can get used to everything.”

“Mrs. Human you know very well that every paw step I take causes lotus flowers to spring under my feet.”

“Yes Tabby, of course, although your lotus flowers seem to resemble dandelions.”

“That is a matter of interpretation. The only thing that appears when Roschti takes a walk in my territory is recycling matter.”

“Tabby I could say the same about you.”

“Yes but my recycling matter smells of roses.”

“More like bitter lemons Tabby.”

“To change the subject Mrs. Human, what’s for dinner.”

“You have a full bowl of vitamin pellets Tabby.”

“Exactly, which will overpower my wonderful scent if I eat it.”

“And you think the digestion of tuna fish is better.”

“Tuna fish is organic Mrs. Human. Vitamin Pellets are an artificial substance, a mysterious undefinable mixture. I am sure they are poisoning me slowly but surely. I will die of the dreaded pellet posoning.”

“Tabby I cannot see any felines that suffer from eating vitamin pellets.”

“Of course not Mrs. Human, they no longer exist.”

Daily Feline Prompt: Felines are not bitter, only sweet

4 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: Felines are not bitter, only sweet

    • Meow Dusty
      If I did not have Roschti, life would be boring. I have to have someone to get annoyed with, I mean what are claws for. It is boring just sharpening them on a chair leg with no purpose. If you have a claw, you have a solution to a fight. Roschti agrees, and so we just sit a stare at each other and now and again make a threatening noise. Just when it gets interesting and our claws begin to protrude, Mrs. Human arrives and tells us to behave. That is the only time that Roschti and I agree, she does not understand felines.
      Tabby T. Cat

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  1. Once a long time ago — twenty years maybe? Garry and I got a blue persian cat. He was a beautiful cat with deep grey eyes and a mountain of fur.

    He really WAS bitter. From the day we got him when he was 8 weeks old, he hated us, hated the other cats. Hated EVERYTHING. Mean, through and through. I pawned him off on a friend from work. The next day, he came in with his arm bandaged to the elbow.

    “How’s it going with Smoky?” I said, perkily.

    He glared at me. “I’ll get you for this,” he said.

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    • They do have their own characters. Nera was one of them. She was big and fluffy and mean. The only person she allowed to touch her was Mr. Swiss and only when he was sitting at the computer. A visit to the vet was an ordeal. As soon as the vet saw her she would get a special black pouch and Nera was put inside with head covered. Only the part needed for treatment was showing. Once I had to hold her down for a simple jab. She turned her head 180 degrees and bit me in the hand. I had to go to the doc afterwards for a tetanus injection.

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