Meow: a piece of fiction
Humans make the most adorable pets. They do the most bizarre things like staring at walls for hour upon hour. I've tried it and really I don't know what they get out of it. I've tried to teach my pets a few tricks but frankly I must tell you they are none too bright. After repeated attempts they have almost mastered the trick I like to call, "Open the door on command." I'm disappointed to report that they are still miserable failures at catching mice. Even when I bring the creatures in half dead, they still don't seem to be able to master it.
Really, it's a pity because there is no better light snack than a juicy mouse. The fur tickles my nose. The tail slips down my throat. I like the crunch, crunch, crunch that the bones make as I chew. I find it is the best way to keep my teeth sharp and strong. However, use caution: the liver and stomach are not fit for cat nor human. Only the most uncultured will eat them, like the stray that I am forced to tolerate.
This piece of prose is unfinished...someday, someday.
Copyright, Leanne Dyck, March, 2007
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