Louise leaped into Bryan’s lap and curled around the remote. The vibration of her purring lulled his thigh to sleep. On the flat screen, LeBron performed his pregame ritual—clapping powder into the air.
“Aunt Nettie said dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” Bryan’s mother said. Thelma weaved in and out between her legs.
“Why do we have to eat Christmas dinner here with these cats?”
“Because I don’t have to cook.” She tossed a warm oven mitt at his head.
“As long as there’s no fur balls in the mac and cheese.”
word count: 96
—Nortina
Written for Day 23 of 31 Days of Holiday Hooligans and Friday Fictioneers — a weekly challenge where you must write a story in 100 words or less using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. Click the froggy icon to read other stories and add your own.
I’m happy to let someone else do the cooking, too, but I think I’d pass on Auntie Nettie’s menu. Lovely story – it sounds like a very jolly family.
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Exactly! If Auntie Nettie can agree to put the cats outside, then maybe I’ll consider eating there…maybe.
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Ugh, fur balls! I like the dialogue, that builds to your fun conclusion.
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Thanks! 😀
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Furballs! That’s what I forgot this year… good one 🙂
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Haha! We didn’t miss ’em! 😀
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Thelma and Luise? Hah. The dinner doesn’t sound all that great though. Great writing, fun story.
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I’m hoping the cats didn’t help cook! 😉
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Great last line. Interesting story.
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Thanks!
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LOL! They are having Mac and Cheese for Christmas dinner. Hopefully, it will be free of furballs! Cute story Nortina. 🙂 Merry Christmas!
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My cats are also a fan of cheese, but even they would not eat anything that contained a fur ball 🙂 great story!
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Yes, cats definitely have high standards when it comes to food. 😀
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My cat loves cheese – not so keen on the Mac though!
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I thought the cheese was a mouse thing. I guess now I know why they’re always fighting. Haha! 😀
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My cat would be staring at me waiting for her cheese instead on the lap. Nice story I can see the flying oven mitt in my head!
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Ha! Kitty’s gotta eat! 😀
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“Ugh!” I say, making gagging sounds. You’ve got a twisted mind, Nortina! LOL!
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Haha! So I’ve been told. 😀
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I know. It’s your forte, Ms. Edgar Allen Poe. 🙂
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