PUSSY POWER
PUSSY POWER by Rick Haynes
Toby, the ginger tom, sat on the window sill. He looked despondently at his human. Once again his bowl had been filled with hard tack. Leaping to the floor, one long sniff confirmed the bad news. He liked fresh meat, not cereal biscuits.
Oblivious to his owner’s cries he jumped through the catflap; a fresh expedition beckoned.
His route took him to the back garden of number 42. He was instantly through the catflap and tucking into some juicy steak; the food of the resident tortoiseshell.
Her behaviour confirmed his instincts.
It was food first, and mating second.
But Toby quickly departed as the tortoiseshell swung her claws.
Missed me, he thought as he returned to his home next door.
Alas for Toby, his owners had left his home; to get goodies he thought, but he knew that was probably wishful thinking.
A deep growl, and then a loud bark, Toby could scent a dog, a new dog, at the end of his garden.
He edged closer to the fence.
A snarl.
A dog slammed into the wooden fence.
Toby began to shake.
He wasn't in charge anymore.
He ran up the stairs and hid in an old cupboard where his smelly cat basket was.
After many hours of waiting, Toby heard the sound of his human climbing the stairs.
She picked him up and Toby purred as he saw fresh food in his bowl.
He vowed never to go near the back garden fence.
His home was his sanctuary.
And he would be nicer to his mistress now.
THE END
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