The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: cats.
Both wanting to see as many friends as possible and not wanting to overstay our welcome anywhere, we're spending the next two nights with another friend and her family. The last house had two cats, this one has three.
I am not what one might describe as a "cat person".
And yet, here I am, typing this with a purring cat nestled against my leg...
2 comments:
That's a lot of cats, especially when you're not a cat person per se. Though it sounds like the cats are trying to seduce you... I wouldn't trust them. They aren't loyal, they just try to manipulate you, and you already have two kids for that ;-)
Cats
Bad Kitty was sitting on Dr. Doestoomuch's desk and purring, a noise he felt sounded slightly demented and slightly like a rusty petrol lawnmower that hadn't had an oil change ever.
"Madam, I cannot prescribe you ketamine because that is a horse tranquiliser and you are clearly a catgi-- hemi-feline."
"It's not for me," purred Bad Kitty, the noise turning thunderous, "it's for the Green Lightbulb and you can't say he's not half horse."
Sylvestra, who was largely responsible for the collision between the Green Lightbulb and a carthorse and subsequent entanglement, hid her snigger behind her carefully made-up paw.
Greg - hah, yeah no shit. The boys continued existence is all the argument I need to not get a pet that lives outside a fish bowl.
Always a pleasure to have a visit to the world of Sylvestra and co., and combining it with the more recently arriving Dr. was a nice touch!
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