Hanging Out With Jessie Boo

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Written for a challenge at the BoMoWriCha Prompt House, to write a day from the point of view of a pet.

Submitted: February 05, 2019

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Hanging Out With Jessie Boo.

It’s getting light. Is this going to be one of those days where she makes me wait for my breakfast? No, the light’s flicked on. Time for me and my brothers, plus Kookie, to hang out by the door, jostling for the nearest spot until the door opens, and then it’s who can be first to the bowls.

Mostly I won’t undignify myself. I’ll wait, walk beside her, tail in the air. After all, she has the food so no one is going to be eating until she gets there. A bit more jostling, for the bowl that will be filled first but she’s got wise to that and puts it out fairly.

Stomach full, I can have a wash and a stretch while I decide what to do, where to go. It’s drizzling but that doesn’t bother me. I’m used to it; the damp will stay on the top of my fur, not soak through to my skin.

Field or farmyard? I guess I’ll let my whiskers decide. If I head up the field, it might open up hunting challenges, and if nothing else I’ll get to startle a lot of birds. On the other hand, it can be fun to head over to the farmyard next door; set those dogs to barking even though by now they must realise they can’t get to me.

Ah, it doesn’t matter really. One in the morning, the other in the afternoon. The field wins out, so I trot along until I reach one of my favourite spots, hunker down and watch the wildlife. The sun is calling though so I’m going to head back home, hit on of the sun spots and lounge around. Maybe she’ll come out with some treats.

The door’s opening, and there she is, that bag in hand. Funny how my brother’s sense it and get here too, and Kookie, but I’m going to push in – get the first one, even if I have to grab that hand.

I often think it would be nice to grab hold hard enough to make her drop the bag. I’m quick on my feet, quicker than the others, so if she should, I’ll be sure to get the most. It never seems to happen though, only that one time ages ago; now she makes sure the bag is safely shut.

I think I’ll stay pretty close, for the remaining time until dinner. Perhaps I’ll head off to the trees next door. They can be one of my favorite spots – if that big ginger is not already there. And if he is, well, maybe I’ll put up a challenge.

Dinner time and I’m starving. She’s late so I’m going to have to jump up, look through those windows and meow a reminder. One day I’m going to weaken her will and she’s going to late me inside, although in truth I know it’s not her that I have to work on. She’d let me in any day.

After dinner I’ll head off for a stroll before snoozing away the evening. It’s the dark that I like, that I really blend in to. Everywhere looks so different. Sometimes she’ll come out and I’ll sneak up, wrap myself around her legs and flop down on one of her feet. She always seems to sense me approaching for I never make her jump.

Then the lights go out and I know that will be it until morning. The night is a cat’s world, just waiting to explore, and that’s just what I’m going to do.


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