Feline Attitude (May 2020)
The Ingrate
The cat comes running as I enter the kitchen and insinuates itself, twining around my legs. It rubs its cheek against first one then the other. I know it's only marking me as a possession but pretend to believe in a gesture of affection.
It looks at me expectantly as I slice the bread. Its real interest, however, is in the beef, leftover from yesterday, that I'm going to put between those slices. It yowls excitedly.
"Sorry mate, we fed you earlier," I tell it.
"Well, fuck you then," it replies and leaves.
Always had a filthy mouth, that cat.
Cats can be complete jerks sometimes, can't they?