Daily Feline Prompt: Thorny Feline

Tabby A 13,09 (1)

“Tabby, that’s a thorny look you are giving me.”

“It is one of my serious moments. I am sure it will ensure me the star part in the new feline film “At the Claws of the Thorns”.”

“You will be starring in a film?”

“Yes, my audition is this evening. You may file my claws and perhaps add some colour to them. “Blood Red” would be a good choice.”

“Tabby I am not painting your claws and you can sharpen them on a tree.”

“On a tree! How common. A stainless steel claw file would be more according to my status in life. How can I get a leading part as the heroine in a feline horror story, when you will not paint my claws.”

“I am sure there will be make-up artists in the feline studios.”

“Of couse, but they are only good for a lick and scratch. They do not have opposable thumbs for applying the make-up effects. We are meeting at midnight in the forest. I am to audition for the feline in distress, that has been captured by Roschti, who is playing the villain. I will fight him and at the moment when he is ready to stab me with his thorny claw, Garfield will arrive and rescue me from his clutches.”

“Garfield is also in the film?”

“Not exactly, but they found a lookalike in the sewers.”

“You are co-starring with a sewer cat: a bit below your value isn’t it?”

“Mrs. Human there are sacrifices you have to bring to become famous. The film is “At the Claws of the thorns” starring Tabby Precious (my film name) and Stinky Mudlark.”

“Sounds interesting Tabby. I am sure it will be a success.”

“Only if you paint my claws blood red.”

Daily Feline Prompt: Thorny Feline

4 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: Thorny Feline

  1. Dear Tabby, My human says she wishes this were real and not just something out of your feline imagination. I told her it IS real and that she and other creatures do not live in all of the feline dimensions. She said “There’s one born every minute,” which is indisputable, but what does it have to do with anything? Again. Flumoxed by humans. Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog

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    • Meow Dusty
      Yes the humans are a race to be pitied. They do not possess telepathy, meow or even woof and they only believe what they see. So do we felines, but we see a lot more than humans. When we enter the 5th dimension, there are untold possibilities that are are out of human comprehension. They are missing all the perks in transcendential life. They are unable to have conversations with walls, see a mouse on the other side of the meadow and feel the vibrations of its tunnel digging in their feet. We are the chosen ones Dusty, those that walk on lotus flowers springing from our paws. OK, perhaps dogs have only grass, but it can always get better. Do not waste your canine brain on working out the human logic, just be glad that we were there first.
      Tabby T. Cat

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  2. When I was a teenager, the ONLY job I could find was shampooing poodles at a local pet shop. I had to paint their nails. Not any old color, but bright pink or turquoise blue. I really learned to dislike not so much poodles, as their owners. They thought it was so adorable and I thought it was so dumb. But even worse on a cat! Surely dignity would reject such a thing … no?

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    • Not when you want to be the centre of attention like Tabby. My friend always had a white poodle. Her mother loved them. Of course he had his poodle hair style. It was the poodle memorabilia what got me. Pictures on the walls and little toys everywhere, but everyone to their own I suppose. I also have a cat toilet cover and a few cat models here and there.


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