04/17/2020 – Friday Fiction

Dad, why don’t we live on the island where all the cats are? Because I’m sure I’d make lots of friends there, friends that aren’t like my sister Tessa who isn’t a friend, by the way, in case you hadn’t noticed. We could lounge around with all those island cats, taking baths and waiting for snacks and fish dinners. We could climb rocks and trees and you could wear grass shorts and your aloha shirts, but mostly we’d nap and most certainly, nap some more. We wouldn’t have time for arguing with awful sisters because, well, we’d be busy napping and such. I guess you can sign me up for going to that cat island but only if you come along with me. Or hey! We could send Tessa to that island and . . .

Enough, Viola. We’re not going to send anyone to some cat island.

Okay. It was just a thought. Dad, why don’t we live on a farm where all the farm cats are? Because I’m sure I’d make lots of friends there, friends that aren’t like my sister Tessa who isn’t a friend, by the way, in case you hadn’t noticed . . .

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

2019 – Things on Cats, Tessa Edition
2018 – No post
2017 – ManCat Monday with the artist Quint
2016 – No post
2015 –Smug
2014 – No post
2013 – Almost Wordless Wednesday
2012 – No post