Friday Fictioneers — Mister Whiskers

It had been a long, tiring day and Madison decided to treat herself to a glass of Pinot Noir before preparing dinner for herself and her six-year-old daughter, Natalie, who was in her room working on an art project for school.

Madison had just sat down on the sofa with her glass of wine when she heard Natalie scream. Madison ran to Natalie’s room to find her daughter hysterically crying. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Madison asked.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Natalie pointed at her art project on the floor and said, “Mister Whiskers just pooped on my art project.”

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Jennifer Pendergast

20 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — Mister Whiskers

  1. Nope, Not Pam November 5, 2021 / 1:59 pm

    Oops, bad Mister Whiskers 😁. Great tale Fandango

    Liked by 1 person

  2. GHLearner November 6, 2021 / 5:05 am

    This is too funny. I was wondering about that little pile, too.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Bill November 6, 2021 / 1:52 pm

    Visiting daughter. They have SO MANY cats. They even have a “cat house” in the back yard. She text me this morning that one of them did that in her room this morning. It happens.

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  4. leigha66 November 28, 2021 / 2:02 pm

    Poor kid! Mr Whiskers didn’t do it on purpose. Great take!

    Liked by 1 person

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