charisstoma

Terry stared at his human in disappointed disgust. That spider was dead, there was no need for loud shrieking. It didn’t bite the human, it couldn’t it was dead for fur ball sake’s.

The mouse, it was not as fresh as it would have been if it were presented alive but it wasn’t that long dead. He knew what would have happened if he’d brought it in still scampering around. Hadn’t he tried that last week, after all.

‘Course it would have been better maybe if he hadn’t left it in the middle of the bathroom mat where his silly ungainly human had stepped on it in the dark. The jumping around was uncalled for. It was supposed to be a morning surprise of what Terry did for his human during the night. Instead his human did a very excited dance around the bathroom making a terrible yowling that had him, Terry, scurrying away to hide under the bed.

Humans. Terry regarded his human then shook his head and washed a paw before turning to settle down and stare out the window. Maybe if he brought in a live bird…

Word count: 190
Author: charisstoma