The Ferocious Predator

He thought he found the perfect hiding spot.

He was clever, Raven was, much more clever than his two-legged food and cuddle dispensers. It was their fault he had to resort to ambush tactics. If only they played with him when he wanted to play. But they made those funny meows that didn’t mean anything and threw him with a boring, lifeless cat toy.

He got excited when he heard footsteps in the hall. He twitched his tail, focused on the spot where he’d attack. But the feet he was anticipating never came into view. Now he heard chuckling and funny meows.

‘Ah, Raven, you silly kitty.’

(c) Barbara W. Beacham


They are funny beasts, cats. Ours likes to hide under my writing chair and attack my heels when he thinks I don’t know he’s there. So I loved today’s MFtS prompt and I’m looking forward to reading all the cat stories (shonky mobile broadband connection permitting, that is).

26 thoughts on “The Ferocious Predator

  1. I love the POV of the story! Nicely done Sonya! I am reminded of that Gary Larsen cartoon about a dog and what they hear… “Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Rover.” 😀 Thanks for the story! Be well… ^..^

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