Raymond: Scaredy Cat
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.
The carpet makes a good camouflage. ))) Ditto the bedspread. )))
Very flattering that you wrote this for me and Jim, thank you! You have captured purrfectly a day in a cat's life. The bedspread pic made me laugh because whenever we make the bed from the bottom sheet up, having washed all the sheets and stuff, it is inevitable that a cat will deposit themselves right in the middle of the bed. Even if we then proceed to put a sheet over them they will just sit there until THEY decide to leave! 🤣 Again, loved the language, eg "shrilled"