Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Tradition

Tabby

“Tabby, are you breaking with tradition?”

“I didn’t break anything, it wasn’t me, it was the dog.”

“Tabby we don’t have a dog.”

“Then it must have been the feline next door.”

“No, Tabby, no-one broke anything, it is just a figurative way of speaking.”

“Sound like a waste of words to me. Wake me when it is time to eat.”

“But that is the break with the tradition.”

“I don’t get fed?”

“No Tabby, you never sleep on that chair.”

“Never say never Mrs. Human, it depends how the mood takes me. I thought I would try it out, but close the window, there is a draught.

“Of course Tabby. Tabby where are you going, I have closed the window.”

“I have changed my mind and would prefer to sleep outside on my garden chair. It is more comfortable.”

“By the way can you tell me what that dead mouse was doing under the table outside.”

“It was probably doing nothing if it was dead. Do you mean that mouse with the head missing.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“It was the dog.”

“Tabby we do not have a dog.”

“Then it was the cat next door.”

“I seem to have had this conversation before.”

“Yes life does tend to repeat itself.”

“Where is the mouse now?”

“I put it in the garbage.”

“You did what? That would have served nicely for supper.”

“So you killed the mouse?”

“I don’t bite heads off, I always save the best until last.”

Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Tradition

4 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Tradition

  1. Dear Tabby, Our human would love you! She likes mouse-killing above all other things and you could be her accomplice or vice-versa since cats first. My “little” sister killed a mouse in our yard and our human was over the moon about it. Personally, I think my only responsibility is to alert everyone that there is a mouse in our house. Beyond that, I have nothing more to do with the matter. Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog

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    • Meow Dusty
      Mouse killing here is one big anticlimax, although I must admit I do not really remember killing this particular mouse, or removing its head. It was definitely the cat next door. The problem with dead mice is that Mrs. Human makes a funny face and calls Mr. Human. He then puts his hand in a plastic bag and picks up the mouse, closes the bag and throws it in something called garbage, although garbage must be defined. I find garbage and source of interest. I used to bring mouse offers to my humans, but realised they do not belong to the society for dead mice appreciation. Humans can be big disappointments sometimes.
      Tabby T. Cat

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