First, Mom told me that, when MomGoth’s girls were little, they had a dog with a delicate digestion. Whenever the dog … relieved that delicacy, they thought the sound she made in her throat sounded like, “Quirp! Quirp! Quirp!”
Next, I must tell you that, in spite of the delicious anti-hairball medicine MomGoth gives me every morning, I still need to eliminate some of the results of my meticulous grooming. I do it by mouth, and I do it on the rug, because I feel my people need to see results.
And what thanks do I get? MomGoth calls me QuirpBucket! QuirpBucket!
Is that gratutude?
All I want from her is this:
It would serve them right if I stopped barfing on the rug entirely, but I couldn’t be that petty.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What does your human call you when you deposit leavings on the carpet?