Not again. Never again. “Enough!”
Miranda Sharpe glared at the animal tethered to the kitchen table and shook her finger at her two boys — Nick and Nathan. “No more live crickets for geckos and baby mice for snakes. No exotic pets!”
“But Mom — you said…”
“A cat. I said you could have a cat. That’s not a cat.” She pointed at the offending animal. A stray sock dangled from the creature’s mouth. “That’s a goat.”
The boys exchanged a look. “That’s not the pet.”
“That’s the pet’s dinner.”
An angry growl rattled the screen door. Their cat was hungry.
Thanks to the prompt — Finish the Story