12 hours before deadline
We’re accepting entries to LitWit Challenge 2.12: The Birds and The Bees until 11.59 tonight.
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My white tabby Mat is the sweetest cat, but our oven-like weather is making even Mat cranky. Yesterday I woke up because he was breathing on my face.
“I want my breakfast,” he said (telepathically).
“There’s food in your bowl, go eat. I’m still sleeping.”
“My bowl must be full. You have to top up the kibble.”
“Later, don’t be like your neurotic human mother.”
“I want a full bowl of kibble.”
“Zzzzzz.”
Whack! He smacked my forehead. Realizing what he had done, he ran out of the room. A chase ensued. No more sleep.