My autocrat of a
cat
sat on the pedestal
and watched me type.
His eyes, slits, like
slivers of emeralds.
He took a paw,
licked it, and
washed his despot face.
He owned me.
I did whatever he
wanted.
He sauntered off,
then turned and
watched, as I
took liberty with
truth, for the
sake of
imagination and creation.
I dreamed last
night that he could
talk.
He just said two words.
"Beautiful lies."
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
LOL fabulous. I felt I was literally there in this scene. 🌹
Thank you so much.
Poe just nailed it .. Neville
yes he did.
A fun read Thomas. Cats always rule the household and their owners. A talking cat would be hilarious. Could picture this scene perfectly.
Thank you very much.
Your cats are so cute!
Good write!
Thanks for sharing
Thank you.
Cats are the most arrogant of pets Thomas. Good words.
Andy
yes, they are. thank you.
That is a wonderful imagination.I almost felt there in the scene.
Wonderful writing.
Lil
Thank you.
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