Daily Feline Prompt: Relocating Feline

Tabby

“Thinking about taking a walk Tabby.”

“More than a walk Mrs. Human, I think I will relocate.”

“Do what?”

“Relocate, I am 15 human years old and have lived 4 of my feline lives, having another 5 to go. I want to go places and see things for the remainder. I want to write my memoirs about the exciting and adventurous life I have lead. All I do is sleep and eat and check my territorial boundaries, nothing happens, the excitement is missing. Life is becoming a repetition. I was born for other things: to roam wild, to hunt and fish and climb trees and to become famous for my daring deeds. There is nothing daring about eating vitamin pellets or looking out of a window and thinking about it.

Mrs. Human, I must go. I must experience the real meaning of life.”

“But what shall I do with your collection of catnip mice and all the unopened tins of tuna fish”

“Mrs. Human at times like this in the life of a feline, these are trivial matters. When I put my paw outside the window and take the first step to the unknown it might be one small step for a feline, but one giant leap for my fame and fortune. I will write it all down, meow for meow, can I take your mobile phone with me Mrs. Human? I must illustrate my experiences to show the other felines that remain behind that it can be done.”

“Tabby, where are you going.”

“I will have to sleep it over and I will need something to eat before I go on my way. I think I will postpone the whole thing until tomorrow. I will have to think it all over, It might snow or rain and my fur will get wet. Walking with wet fur is not very plesant. Even the great explorers such as Edmund Paws Hillary did not climb Mount Whiskers without make a careful plan. One day I will go, but keep my bed warm, I might change my mind again.”

Daily Feline Prompt: Relocating Feline

10 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: Relocating Feline

  1. Dear Tabby, I have never heard the call of the wild, and neither has Mindy T. Dog. My “little” sister Bear calls it the “smell of the wild.” My Siberian Husky mother/sisters heard it all the time and that led to some wild adventures up the street more than once. My mother/sister Lily T. Wolf (RIP) was always hearing it and going off for adventures. Our human had to find her. Sometimes it wasn’t pretty. Once we had an adventure with a skunk in our dog yard. I could write about it, but it would be impossible to write the main feature which is the smell. Now when I get a waft of skunk, even from a distance, I know it means “b-a-t-h”. Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog

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    • Meow Dusty
      Mrs. Human says I am wild enough and I do not need to go out to find anything wilder. I was really going, but slowly my eyes began to close and I realised there was an emergency situation and I had to find a bed as soon as possible. I then thought what if I am on an expedition somewhere far from my home and must sleep. I might forget where I am and not be able to find my way home. I have decided to paw my memoirs about the advantages of having a human slave and a choice of sleeping places. I will also write an analysis of the various flavours of tuna fish and where to find the best water. There will also be a section showing best places for a tummy tickle. I will be so busy at home, I will not have the time to make discoveries. I have many adventures with Roschti, the cat next door, but luckily I always have a cat flap to escape. We do not have skunks in Switzerland, just cows and sheep and sometimes hedgehogs, but I avoid them.
      Tabby T. Cat

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