“Do you think it will work?” Liz asked.
“Why wouldn’t it?” Stan asked.
“Well, for one thing,” Liz said, “we don’t have a dog. We have a cat.”
“But nobody knows that we don’t have a dog,” Stan said. “So between the ‘Beware of Dog’ sign and the motion-activated sounds of a vicious dog barking whenever anyone approaches our door, I think it will serve the purpose.”
“I hope so, Stan” Liz said. “There have been a lot of break-ins in the neighborhood lately. Maybe this will bring some peace and harmony around here .”
“I do have a backup plan, Liz,” Stan said. “In fact, this might be an even better idea.”
“It may rumple some feathers, Liz, but if the dog warning sign doesn’t work, this one just might do the trick,” Stan said. He reached down and held up another sign.
Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (beware), Ragtag Daily Prompt (hope), Word of the Day Challenge (harmony), and Your Daily Word Prompt (rumple).
Our cat is an indoor cat. We rarely let him outside even though our backyard is completely fenced in. And that’s because, on those rare occasions when we do let him out, he somehow manages to find and catch a rat, reminding us that we are urban dwellers. Living in the city means sharing your world with rats, mice, and raccoons. And, where we live, near Golden Gate Park, occasional coyotes.
For some reason that I will never really understand, once our cat has caught and killed his prey, he feels compelled to bring it into our house and present us with his gift, as if to say, “Look at what I brought you. Aren’t you proud of me?”
The first few times it happened, my wife freaked out. However, now that it’s happened a handful of times, she will just nonchalantly call over to me and say, “Honey, look what the cat dragged in.”
Written for Teresa’s Story Starter Challenge #9.
I just came across this weekly photo challenge from blogger Nancy Merrill and this week’s challenge (or maybe it was last week’s challenge, but I just found it) is “eyes.”
The idea is to create a post for the challenge based upon the topic provided each week, in this case, eyes, and to share a picture or two of some of the eyes in our lives.
So here are the eyes of our beloved dog and our equally beloved cat.
“It’s so dark and dingy out today,” the cat meowed. “ I think I’ll just curl up in the grass over here and take a nap. I’m sure I can repress my innate urge to play cat and mouse until the weather clears up.
“Oh no,” the duck quacked, “I think this weather is sublime. It’s cool and damp and it’s delightful to be swimming back and forth across the pond.”
“I’m sure this dreary weather is ephemeral,” the dog barked. “Pretty soon the sun will be shining and my human will get out the leash and I’ll take her for a walk.”
“Let me give you all some advice,” the old owl hooted. “You should make hay while the sun shines so that you can save for a rainy day.”
“Owl, you always think you’re so damn wise,” the wily coyote yipped, “but let me assure you that I’m a hungry critter and all of you are going to have to watch out for your own welfare until I get my fill.
“Oh yeah?” beeped the roadrunner. “We’ll see about that.”
This bit of silliness was written for these one-word prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (dingy), Sord of the Day Challenge (repress), Ragtag Daily Prompt (sublime), Hour Daily Word Prompt (ephemeral), Daily Addictions (advice), and Scotts Daily Prompt (welfare).
My wife and I were at an outdoor café having lunch when she saw a little mouse scurrying across the sidewalk just in front of our table. And then we witnessed a crow swoop down and catch the little mouse in its beak. The crow, still right in front of us, proceeded to peck at the poor little critter until it no longer struggled. And the crow continued pecking at the mouse’s carcass, removing bits and pieces of the mouse’s innards. The happy crow was clearly enjoying a nice hot meal and I was fascinated by what we were witnessing.
Sadly, Mrs. Fandango was not all that thrilled. First, she was freaked out when she saw the mouse, especially since it came from the direction of the café at which we were dining. And then, when the big black crow swooped down and caught the little, brown, defenseless mouse, she curiously felt sorry for the little rodent.
The scene also caused my wife to lose her appetite halfway through the meal. So, despite my seeing the whole thing as great entertainment, I paid the bill and we left.
At least when we got home, our cat hadn’t caught, killed, and brought a rat from the backyard into our house, as he has occasionally done.