It did not matter which offerings I brought, nothing was good enough. No feathers, no wealth, no special items, that I knew where usually to her liking, tamed the voracious appetite for more, and for drawing blood. My hands bore witness of that fact, leaving me tethered, with stinging reminders of my shortcomings. Carefully, I stepped further back, waiting for another attack, launched out of a dark corner. Ah, the pleasures of being owned by a cat!
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
This post was inspired by this weeks “Five Sentence Fiction” prompt “Offering”.
I didn’t guess! Nice ending 🙂
thank you! This story was inspired by a play session with my rescue cat, feisty little thing, lol
Ha! I can relate. “Being owned by a cat” is definitely the proper way to express it. 🙂
hehe, glad you liked it! Have a wonderful weekend!
I’m very much a dog person now, as my cat allergies preclude from enjoying their company for long 😦 But, back in the day, we did have a rather playful cat who played this game well!