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!
96 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by the photo above by CEAyr.