What are you looking at? Okay so I'm royally ticked off right now. She said I was her furry little angel child and took me home with her. She fed me *fancy feast* from my own food dish with tiny bells painted on the rim and gave me my own soft bed to sleep in. She kissed me and cuddled me as much as I let her. Life was sweet.
The only fly in the ointment was that she didn't appreciate me amusing myself by shredding the arms on her sofa. I really don't know what her problem was. She only sat on the cushions anyway. But because she gave me such a comfortable place to live I caved in to her wishes and dutifully kneaded the daylights out of the cat tower she brought home.
And there were toys. Lots and lots of toys. I had an enviable collection of stuffed mice filled with catnip. She seemed to like playing with them as much as I did. She also gave me a *Cat's Meow*. You know the one. It has a mouse tail poking out from under it. The mouse is impossible to catch. She seemed to enjoy watching me try to get it though. Anyway, to make a long story short, she liked mice so much I thought I'd surprise her with the real thing. There were plenty outside in the back garden.
Okay, now here's where it gets weird. She'd been particularly nice to me today, giving me cool treats and another jingly ball toy. I was feeling all warm inside and I thought this was the perfect time. I popped out of my cat door, caught a mouse I considered especially pleasing and brought it in. I sat in front of her and when she looked down at me and smiled I coyly let the mouse's tail slip out of the edge of my lips. Her eyes got huge and a noise came out of her that I'd never heard before. Maybe she hadn't recognized it. I opened my mouth and let it out so she could get a better look but the noise just got louder and she jumped up on the sofa then tried to climb up the side of the book case. What was wrong with her?
That's when it happened. The noise stopped and she stabbed a finger at me, her face contorted into a shape I'd never seen before and she called me the most horrible name. I was in shock. You could have knocked me over with a feather. Feathers. Hey. Maybe she'd like a bird.
This post is part of the August 2013 blog chain at Absolute Write Water Cooler.
This month's prompt is Child of the Devil
This month's participants are:
orion_mk3 BDavidHughes areteus Ralph Pines articshark pyrosama Anarchic Q meowzbark milkweed
