*slurping and licking noises*
I wish you could feel your tongue on your paws… er, hands. I’m really struggling. Last time, I told you that we were in a new fur-ever home because of the bright shiny that…
*licking, slurping*
I’m a little confused.
Many nights ago, I had a problem. I kept smelling a bad spot in my favorite place to sleep. It almost made my hair stand up at times. I ran away every time I smelled it. I kept trying to…
One of my whelps ‘Tee’na is studying some human called ‘K’Spee’. She keeps that barking… er, talking over and over in the same words. Not sure I understand but I started to lick…
My name is Bettie. My Flying Fur family and I live in deep, dark sleep places when the Oom ball is high in the sky. When the Oom ball disappears, we all fly out and go off on our own. We eat six-legged flyers and steal Oom food from their strange living poles. Some of us eat…
Author’s Note: This piece is republished and revised from my original blog at https://kittiephoenixromans08.wordpress.com/2015/09/25/misty-and-the-oom-sound-weapon/. It was based on incident that I had involving a mouse and a basement level washroom. I don’t like creatures…
Sometimes, as a writer, I like to challenge myself to tell stories from a different perspective. Writing as animals is one such challenge.
For today, I will post an old story from my former blog, “Misty and the Oom Sound Weapon,” followed by a new story, “Bettie and the Oom Transporter.”
*strong licking sounds*
This is… different. Not sure Mom knows how different this is. I’ve watched her do this, but I don’t know if I’m ready. All the pictures and words and ways the humans put words together is too different.
I know I told you before about the game I like to play with my humans. They have these big black bags of all the fun things they don’t think are that important. Most of the time, they take them away before I ever get to play. Worse, when I try to play…
I’m so excited. My friend ‘Zee, she’s been home a lot. I get to visit her more since the sun shines more; I only wish it wouldn’t be so warm.
I love treats. All kinds–big ones, short ones, round ones, long ones, bone ones, even the bizarre dry and chewy sweet ones.
However, my Mom does something very mean to me. I don’t understand why. Every now and then…