Blogger Creative Challenge 247: Playtime

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“Mrs. Human, what are we supposed to do with all those stupid dogs that you have brought home. We are allergic to those inferior animals, remove them from our sight.” And my three cats stamped their paws and miowed in a loud chorus

“But felines, I was talking to the vet and he said that it is a new cure for felines that run away from dogs. It is to show you that they are lovable cuddly animals.”

“Cuddly my paw” said Nera, the chief feline. I don’t need a cure for disliking dogs. I just have to avoid them.”

“She’s right” said Tabby. “Who needs toy dogs, they are second worse to real dogs. Since when are dogs lovable. Their sole objects in life is to obey humans, make loud noises and chase cats. They are stupid to go with it.”

“But Tabby, I think you just misunderstand them. I was thinking of getting a little lost dog for company at home. This collection of toy dogs is to help you to accept the canine problems and to live with a dog together.”

“What!!! Mrs. Human have you been bitten by a mad dog or something. No, no way will I Fluffy accept a canine monster in my household. They are just plain stupid, not able to take a message and report back like us intelligent superior felines, but they actually obey humans, with their tongue hanging out and slopping all over the place. No Mrs. Human, you are not turning our home into a canine playground.”

“Yes but…..” and Nera took over.

“Mrs Human where is this four legged intruder supposed to sleep?”

“I thought I would put a nice comfortable cushion in front of the window. That way he could watch for intruders and bark if someone wanted to break in.”

“Big deal Mrs. Human” said Tabby “what intruders? The only intruders I have ever seen are the felines living nearbye and they respect our territory. A dog does not even know what territory is. It will leave its paw marks all over the place, and if anyone sleeps in a comfortable cushion here it is me and my fellow felines. Dogs sleep outside in a kennel where they belong, if they belong at all. “

“And just to underline the problem Mrs. Human, you are not going to convert our feline home into a canine playground” added Nera.

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Daily Prompt: Unknown Caller

You receive a call from an unexpected person. Who is it, and what is the conversation about? Go!

Swiss telephone cabine

“Hello, who’s calling please?””

“It’s Morticia, I am at the station. You can pick me up.”

This was puzzling. I do not know anyone with the name of Morticia and I was certainly not expecting to pick her up.

“Are you sure you have the correct number. I don’t think we know each other.”

“The number I have is ZX 24678.”

That is correct, that is my number. Who gave you the number?”

“I got it from a mutual friend of ours. He said to mention this number and that I have the goods with me in three different sizes. I am in a telephone box at the station in Little Huntingdon. The weather is getting worse, I think there is a storm coming. I will take shelter under the large oak tree opposite the station.”

“No stay where you are, I will come and fetch you.”

“I think it is already too late. There is a car approaching with tinted windows. And …….”

It was then that I heard the noise of glass breaking and bullets rebounding on the metal casing of the phone box, mixed with screams from Morticia. Poor Morticia: she did everything right. The code words suited, even the weather report – although it was a hot summer day and no sign of a storm. Just words invented to make sure I picked up the right person.

I decided to take the emergency escape If they had traced Morticia, they would soon be following. I ran out of the house and jumped into the car. The best method of defence was attack, so I drove to the station. I knew they wouldn’t hang around after killing her.

I could hear police cars in the distance. I saw the telephone box, Morticia’s lifeless body was laying in a pool of blood on the ground, three torn packages were laying at her side. I decided to have a quick look before the police arrived. That was my mistake. The brutes were still waiting, hidden behind the old oak tree.

“And you expect us to believe your story, Mrs. Relf?” said the police superintendent . You shot three innocent men point blank and an old lady in a telephone box all because you received a call on your telephone with special code words. I now place you under arrest for murder.”

So I am now writing these words in the local asylum. They said this time I would not be set free. My mental state had not improved as they thought, and I had started hearing things. I am not even allowed to have a telephone in my room. They found I fantasize too much, like hearing it ring when it is not connected. They just do not believe me and I am sure they are coming to get me. I can hear a phone ringing outside my room. They are coming to get me – aha.

Daily Prompt: Unknown Caller