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Tale of a Tail.

28./3/2012 2

I really don’t understand. I have given the rats Penny and Amy ( stupid names in my opinion. They should be called Ratty and Another Ratty ) space to settle in. I have treated them with disdain when I’ve walked by the cage and no-one could suspect I may eventually have other plans for them. Mmmm, dinner.

Anyway, I confess that curiosity got the better of me. This morning I went to the cage
(Hmph, they even warrant their own luxury quarters. This has to be brought to an end). , lifted my self on my rear legs and put my paws on the edge of the table. One of them, Amy I think by her darker colouring, came forward and was almost nose to nose with me at the cage. Her nose was twitching to get the smell of my superiority no doubt, when I felt a tug at my tail. I know I have a habit of waving it about when something catches my interest. But my interest is not supposed to catch my tail. I looked down and there was Penny trying to pull my tail in through the bars, probably intending to pull the rest of me through with it. As a Superior (THE Superior actually) I did not scream when I felt the grip she had on me with those ratty teeth. But, there was no way I could allow this state of affairs to continue. Not in my own house.

Gritting my teeth together I told Amy than if Penny didn’t desist I would make a meal of her. I didn’t think she understood but after a moments pause ( nearly said paws then)
I heard her say to Penny, ” Stop sister. no point in making an enemy of this cat and I doubt he’s edible anyway”.
THIS CAT !!!! Who does she think she’s talking about.
But Penny looked up at her sister and released the tail reluctantly. “But I liked playing with it” she said.
“I shall overlook this incident” I told them both, “but you’d better be prepared for war if you ever do that again”.
Swinging my tail round, I licked it clean at the point where the teeth had been without showing that more than just my pride was a little hurt. I mustered all my dignity and turning round, walked away.

My first job after I’ve checked my food dishes is to see whether any of the gang know of a good recipe for Rats. Not that I shall mention why. I would never live it down. They already wonder why there are two rats in the house as If I’m not the Superior who makes these decisions. I had to lie and say I wanted the Longlegs to have company while I was away. But now I think my Longlegs deserve a short sharp lesson for putting me in this position. I think some claws extended massage is due tonight in the pretense of settling down on their knees..

Oscar making sure I know my chair is actually his.

Oscar making sure I know my chair is actually his.

Bernie's playtime in and out of sleeves. Coming for a kiss.

Bernie’s playtime in and out of sleeves. Coming for a kiss.

 

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