Monday: Late Morning
By Lydia Sudall
Vision.
'Ugh, light. Where am I? Are the humans gone? Must they leave their yester-meat to ferment in public?'
She stands, stretching a willowy frame first forward, then back.
Bang.
'What was that? Oh, me. Ha. Just a thing, they'll find it later.'
Thirst.
She slinks over to the bowls on the floor.
'Nope, no one home.'
Scri-skra. Pitt patt. Thunk thunk thunk
'What was that?'
Nothing.
Skreee…
There! Tiny beast! You shalt not intrude in my kingdom. Offensive position! Pounce imminent.
Patter patter
Three, Two….
Gotcha!
Humans will be so proud. Tonight dinner is on me.
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