Yet again, two of our favorite jolies femmes have teamed up to conspire with a cat, to inspire me to find fewer than 101 words of micro-fiction for Friday Fictioneers. Dale delights us with her cute and clever bookshelf cat photo. Rochelle, Madame cat herder extraordinaire, challenges us and guides our stories. I thank them both.
Genre: Feline Fiction
Title: The Prints of Paws
Word Count: 100
I’m telling you, Francesco, we’re the greatest predators, evah. We can kill them. Everything becomes ours. Look around. Cameras, computers, food, catnip galore. All ours.
Gabriella, stop. If she finds out you’ve been peeing on her books, she’ll blame me. What if she tosses us outside? I know how you love the cold. And that’s not ‘nip. It’s pot. Let’s hold off until Spring.
I can pee wherever, my chicken-feline-friend. How many cat books do you see? None. Let’s get into her account and order cat books.
Here she comes. Look cute. She’s got her camera. Stardom beckons.
Look both ways if you love animals, especially cats.
No shelf is too high, no corner too dark.
Inspired by I could Pee on This: And Other Poems by Cats by Francesco Marciuliano (and other cat books soon to be showing up on Dale’s account and TBRs).