So you think kittens are cute, eh? Wait till one of them goes pfft pfft at you. Then you will sing a different tune. The other day when one saw me, it ran right into MY house to hide. I mean, like, really? That too when you have the wild open space to make a getaway?
Hurry up Mom, stop clicking those damn butterflies. Come on, open the door! Don’t waste time by asking the reason why I want to go back in when I have only just got out. Little do you know what’s waiting inside for us. Hurry, hurry, hurry! I said all this in one breath.
Humans! They cannot decipher doggie language. All they hear are bow-wow-wows and woof-woof-woofs. Weird, eh? Well, to be fair, Mom got wind that something was up, and tried to hurry things up, though she was a trifle too slow for my taste. I can’t really blame her, she is not as nimble on her feet as for example, me.
I shot in past her when she opened the door. The feline was hiding behind the huge wooden cupboard. I barked for all I was worth, telling her to come out, fight it out girl-to-girl. But would the wily thing listen? Nope.
Then I made the mistake of going closer. The horrid thing spat and almost scratched my pretty nose! I was really mad, and begged Mom to please flush her out for me. But Mom said nothing doing, to leave poor kitty alone.
Poor kitty?!!! Poor kitty, Momma? She almost scratched my nose, Momma! And do you know, she eats my food too when I am not looking, Momma! Mommmmmmaa! Momma? Sigh, what’s the use?. Mom’s back in front of her comp. Oh well, I will take a nap.
The prompt: A short story/incident (200-300 words) from an animal’s perspective.