Feline Ragtag Daily Prompt#3: Feline Imagination

Meow Fans, it is Tabby here, your resident feline again blogging daily like the good old days. Imagination? I have 9 lives full of imagination, unfortunately 4 got mislaid somewhere on the way.
Tabby

“Where are you going Tabby”

Another silly question from Mrs. Human. It is obvious where I am going. I am on safari, exploring my origins, back to the past. I am a feline, a direct descendant from the sabre toothed tigers of the olden days.  Admittedly my teeth have receded somewhat, and even my claws are not what they used to be, but I can still scrape the top surface of the world below. We used to hunt snakes and creatures with armour on their backs. Things are not as they used to be, and an urban tiger like myself has to make the most of what it has.

We now hunt earthworms and snails, although eating snails is not so appetising. First you have to bite through the shell and afterwards the meat sticks to everything. The pterodactyls of the sky have also disappeared, but now and again if I am lucky, I will capture a butterfly  between my paws. I was probably born in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And now I must go, I can hear a rumbling in the distance: a mouse is digging a tunnel. I must go and help. They are a welcome variation to my boring meals of vitamin pellets. A sabre toothed tabby needs no pellets. we want the real thing, like blood and thunder and everything that belongs to the life of a wannabe tiger.

Feline Ragtag Daily Prompt#3: Feline Imagination

Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Imagination

Tabby

“Mrs. Human, help, the sun is attacking me.”

“No, Tabby, you just happen to be sitting where it is shining.”

“Rubbish, you are on the side of the sun. I was sitting here having a quiet paw wash and suddenly it arrive. I was the victim of direct exposure. Look at my eyes, they had no chance, they have dwindle into two slits.”

“Of course Tabby. That is natural for a feline, your eyes adapt to the amount of light they see.”

“Stop making excuses Mrs. Human, I must find another place where the sun cannot get me.”

“The sun will soon go again, look a cloud is now covering it.”

“You mean the clouds are the rescue team. Perhaps you could collect some clouds. The next time the sun attacks you could release them to kill the sun.”

“That is not possible Tabby, and not necessary. The sun disappears during the night. and visits another part of the world.”

“You see there is no escape.”

“Where are you going Tabby?”

“Under the bed, the sun will not find me there. Do you think the sky could fall on my head like it did to chicken licken.”

“That is just a story Tabby, Chicken Licken survived.”

“That was because chicken licken hid under the bed.”

“Tabby I think your imagination is running away with you.”

“Then kill it, before my imagination runs too far away and you cannot find me afterwards. I have an appointment with a bowl of tuna fish.”

“Of course Tabby.”

Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Imagination