Now this is living the life of Riley, thought Tom, stretching out on the silk brocade cushion that was placed to take advantage of the sunlight streaming in through the window.
But Riley doesn’t live here anymore, he thought. Three nights ago Tom had seen to that. Coyotes don’t care how mean a cat is, they know they’re meaner. Tom was now the Fat Cat at Missus Murphy’s. That was her name, Missus Murphy, but the cats who lived here just called her “She”.
Tom believed that “She” had been appointed by the goddess Bastet to care for all cats. She had even tried to care for Riley, and nobody even liked him. He always hogged the tuna that “She” brought. He always hogged her lap too.
Tom wouldn’t be that cat. He would take the pillow, sure, because it was so nice and he would share his tuna with that sleek Persian, Priscilla. She was nice too.
Sounds like Tom’s got it all worked out, and a possible love interest too!
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Cute story! Loved how it ended, “…and he would share his tuna with that sleek Persian, Priscilla. She was nice too.” Love how it is written from Tom’s POV. Not only has he got the pillow, he also got the girl!
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Lovely story, love the names, sets the tone of the tale, well done.
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Nice story, hope Tom doesn’t get caught by karma.
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I feel sorry for the ousted cat. Maybe he’ll be better in his next life.
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There’s always a pecking order, I guess. Life at the top is sunny.
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He will learn from Riley’s mistakes! Hope he doesn’t get dethroned!
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He’s a devious one! I hope Priscilla appreciates him sharing the tuna with her. Great story. 🙂
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I didn’t like the coyote part even if Riley was mean. Otherwise Tom sounds ok. 🙂
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Looks like the cats know the territory and take advantage of it. Well done, T.N. 🙂 — Suzanne
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