Raymond: Scaredy Cat
The garbage truck lumbered and roared up Marnell Street like Godzilla on meth. A ONE-MINUTE STORY
The garbage truck rumbled and roared up Marnell Street like Godzilla on meth. Raymond dashed into the house and hid under the sofa with the dust bunnies and catnip mice until all danger was past.
The neighbor’s overweight tabby, Chester, squatted in the shade of the bougainvillea and drank out of Raymond’s fountain. Ray, who is no fool, quickly retreated into the house and observed the big bully from behind the window, until he saw him nonchalantly waddle away through the hole in the fence. He learned his lesson last time.
An Amazon delivery truck backed up to the gate in the alley shrieking like a strangled goose – bleep! bleep! bleep! bleep! bleep! Ray froze behind the Laz-E-Boy , invisible until it was safe to proceed to his food bowl.
The vacuum cleaner shrilled across the carpets, furiously hoovering up all the fur and bits of garden debris that Ray drags in daily. He hopped several times, sideways, into the back bedroom and dove under the bedspread just in time to save himself.
On the whole, I’d say it has been a rather difficult day for poor old Ray. For the chicken-hearted, life is fraught with peril.
Raymond is a proud winner of an Erica Drayton Top In Fiction Award for his series of Pawed Casts. He could not be prouder. See “Up All Night With Raymond HERE .
Ray sounds just like my cats. We are having a break through at the moment, Bella, the more traumatized rescue cat has decided to come out of hiding - for the first time in three years. She has trust issues for sure.
Even though I'm not a cat person, I almost wish I had one so he could recreate the cat under the bedspread - priceless! My daughter in Atlanta has 2 - Pushkin and Mothe - they have some purrfectly cat-astrophic stories of destruction.
PS - Raymond looks adorably cute.