Friday Fictioneers — Whiskers

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They called me Whiskers, but in my head I was The Terminator, rat and mouse zapper extraordinaire.

Master had always paid me my dues with gourmet cat food, until his employees at the flour mill went on strike on health and safety grounds, after the death of a worker from respiratory disease.

Following a fortnight’s standoff, Master downgraded my dinners to the supermarket’s own brand. Fine punishment, considering my workload had increased. So I went on strike, too.

The last I saw of Master, he was a skeleton, the rodents had trebled in size, and I took instant early retirement.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo prompt: copyright ©  Sandra Crook

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. She's into nature, gardening, and natural health. For her, sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

33 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — Whiskers”

    1. Dear Rochelle,
      I’m glad you enjoyed this story, which is my first of a feline kind. But I had to keep the writing of it secret from my dog. She’d be very annoyed to think that I’d wasted words on a cat, as she has hated them ever since a huge ugly tom ambushed her from a height, with all four sets of claws in the air, when she was a puppy. That was a far from purrfect day for her.
      All best wishes,
      Sarah

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      1. hah
        and sorry – the hanna was supposed to be ha ha ha
        a laugh
        and not a name
        but nice to meet you Sarah and sorry for accidentally calling you hanna
        but if I did call you Hannah it would hanna with the H just like sarah has the H

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    1. I always think that cats have life sussed. The one I saw this morning certainly did. It saw my dog was restrained by a harness, so knew it was safe to stay put on the pavement, just out of reach, and drive her mad! Glad to have made you smile 🙂

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    1. Thanks, so much, Ken 🙂 Yes, cats certainly do have “attitude”. I think they would always prefer being paid in food (the more the better), hence the expression “fat cat” as applied to those in our society creaming off all the profits for himself. Having said that, it has just struck me that they never call a woman a “fat cat”, although it would be an apt description for some. I’m guessing that the expression is meant solely for the “toms” and not the “mollies” of this world! I mean, what adjective rhymes with mollies that means fat/greedy?

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