
Noir’s Lament
I do not like this. Not one tiny bit.
“Oh, Bbbrrraaaadleeeee-poo-yeeeowwww”…honestly I don’t know what my mistress sees in you.
Today was the last straw. No one but me, the beautiful Noir, is allowed to rub up against my darling mistress the way you just did.
What was my crime, but love for my mistress? Love, and a gallant attempt to protect her from the smelly likes of you! How dare you toss me outside like a common alley cat.
I am no alley cat, I’ll have you know. And you, Mr. Suave and Debonair, you are no gentleman!
~kat
96 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by the photo above by CEAyr.
March 8th, 2019 at 7:02 am
Oh, goodness! 🙂
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March 8th, 2019 at 8:30 am
😉
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March 8th, 2019 at 11:10 am
That ‘non-gentleman’ will soon experience some claws I think. Great voice here.
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March 8th, 2019 at 11:15 am
Yes indeed. And perhaps a nice spraying on his leather seats!
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March 10th, 2019 at 10:01 am
Ha! Ha! Nice one. Now that’s some cat-titude. Time to commit the purrfect crime.
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March 10th, 2019 at 12:14 pm
Thank you. Yes, you do not want to make this feline angry!!! Meoooow!
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March 10th, 2019 at 4:00 pm
Made me smile—cat-titude, indeed 🙂
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March 10th, 2019 at 5:10 pm
Hi Gran! Glad you had a smile today!
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