“There's
something in my eye.”
Inspector Gadget* #quote
It's good when something is rosy. It's bad when something gets
thorny. But shouldn't both always happen at the same time? Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
Meowser And
Fluffy
Meowser laid on
his warm bed next to the wall. An old white cat he didn't care much
for moving or noise. His primary activities involved sleeping and
watching everyone if he cared to do it. Normally noise remained at
tolerable levels all the time. Until they got him. That little
brown nuisance.
They called him
Fluffy. They gave the runt a bed right next to his own but the new
kitten enjoyed moving around causing a ruckus and the humans enjoyed
playing with him in the loudest of manners. Making all sorts of
obnoxiously loud cutesy noises. They brought over more humans to see
Fluffy. And the clawing. The humans bought a new scratching post and
when the new pest clawed away at it the sound worked its way right
into Meowser's head and bounced around again and again grinding
against his brain. He wondered how he could have possibly not been
this annoyed at his own scratching. He wanted to hiss at the new
nuisance at his life and make it run away. But he felt way too old
for that.
Then one day Fluffy decided to lie up against Meowser in his bed and
fall asleep. Quiet. Fluffy gently slept with slow, gentle silent
breaths. Meowser looked at the kitten and thought of either clawing
or hissing at the nuisance in his life. But then he just fell asleep.
He decided that the kid will learn to be quiet sooner or later and
it'd be too much effort to shut him up. However if the humans get a
dog there will be hell to pay.
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