I live with a cat. Her name is Henwen. I am her devoted servant and minion. She owns me and knows it. She’s been my best little friend for about eight years. And in that time, I’ve learned that while she’s a sweetie little sweetheart of a precious sweetie 90 percent of the time, her predatory instincts are to be feared by ankles of all the rest of the time.
Like last night.
When she had my husband cornered in the hallway.
Because he wanted to go downstairs instead of staying upstairs.
Which brings us to a new writing prompt…
Beware when whiskers rustle.
Feel free to share your result in the comments. (Only if you want to though; no pressure.)
Yours, The Ducky