By Chickie Allen
It was a day like any other day. Clickie, the beautiful black and white cat, and Clipper, the okay white cat, took turns visiting their mommy in her office and poking her on the arm to get her attention.
Then, a car pulled up in front of the house.
Two hoomans came in, holding a cat carrier. They gave it to the mommy, who opened it.
Out came – A MONSTER! The monster had three colors, not two, which is the right number of colors, not one, which is okay, but three! It was hideously fuzzy and it didn’t have a face!
The hoomans kept calling it Adi, but Clickie and Clipper didn’t know if that was its name or the kind of monster it was.
“Good girl, Adi,” the mommy said. “What a pretty girl you are.”
The cats knew the mommy could be deceptive, because she said sweet things to them when she snuck up with the hairball medicine or the nail nippers, but they didn’t know she could just plain lie.
The monster wasn’t pretty – she was hideous!
After a while, the other hoomans left, but the monster stayed behind.
The monster rubbed against the mommy. She stretched out on the looking-out-the-window table. She prowled all over the house. Clickie and Clipper ran and hid, hoping it was all a horrible dream.
Whenever they would peek at the monster, she would say, “Och! I don’t know if I’m just visiting or staying, but can we not be friends?”
“No!” Clickie said.
“No!” Clipper said.
They hid all day. At night, Clickie didn’t even go help the mommy brush her teeth, and she didn’t sleep in the bed with her. Clipper came out of hiding and slept on his window seat at the foot of the Mommy’s bed.
In the morning, the monster was nowhere to be seen. The mommy went looking and found her in a cave under the couch.
Which is just where a monster belongs.
Would the monster stay? Would it destroy the peace and happiness of the house?
Tune in next week for the continuing adventures of Clickie and Clicker.
Now here’s Tipper’s Friday story:
Biscuits Before Breakfast
by Tipper Allen
Once upon a time, there was a black and white cat named Nickie. She belonged to a nice couple, but the man wasn’t there any more and the lady took care of her. Nickie liked the lady, but she used to like the man a lot better.
The lady’s grown-up daughter used to come visit. She always picked Nickie up and snuggled her against Nickie’s will and smooched her on the head.
Then the lady’s daughter went away for a week, and Nickie got lonely for snuggles. It was nice that the lady didn’t make her snuggle. Nickie finally understood that the lady was her hooman now.
So, at five o’clock in the morning, while the lady was sleeping on her side, Nickie climbed on top of her and sat down and made biscuits on her hooman’s ribcage. She purred very loud, so the hooman would know she wasn’t being attacked by a fierce predator.
The lady woke up and said, “Oof! Nickie! What are you doing? Are you making biscuits on me? It’s too early for breakfast, girl!”
Nickie knew that the lady understood, because she didn’t push her off, so Nickie sat and sat and purred and purred and made biscuits until the lady got up and made breakfast in the kitchen.
MORAL: Love your hooman.
OUR PROMPTS FOR FRIDAY AND TODAY: Real life
CA and TA