She looked down, aware of something squidgy under her foot. It was a poo... there on the carpet! "Arghh!" she uttered.
Got up, walked to put baby Harry in his pram, but the poo on her shoe went with them, spreading the joy. With a trail of unwelcome ordure in her wake, she called partner Matt.
"That bloody cat!"..... and that was that. He was racing back from work to administer a suitable feline forfeit.
Harry's shorts were poo encrusted too. Aha! His new larger size Pampers were not so snug!
Misty, faultless this time, still had all 9 lives!
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Thanks Aspen and Jamie for your comments. Misty had previously poo-marked her territorial claim! One life hanging on a whisker!
D.M. almost 8 years ago
blame it on the dog...or cat in this case... always enjoy the exploits of your
dabbles, Neville!
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Thanks D.M. I also enjoy your very thoughtful and often moving drabbles. You get great material from all around you. Asked yesterday where we get ideas for stories from by a young guy at a local writers group, two of us older ones simultaneously said "Life!" It's all there.
Christopher almost 8 years ago
Ha-ha! That's an interesting use of Latin! (Sorry it took so long to read this. I've been swamped of late.)