by Belinda Roddie
Please do not let in the cat. He's mangy and he smells funny. He attacked our basset hound the other day, and I swear he wants to place a curse on my son with his stare.
He's lived for longer than I have, and he's missing one paw. It was replaced with a hook because his owner felt it appropriate. They always pretended to be pirates when I was a child, and they truly went whole hog. Like, stealing my lunch money and trying to take over neighbor's boats in the driveway full hog.
Come to think of it, I don't think the cat is a cat at all. I think he's an overgrown, shaggy biped who lives in the cardboard hut just outside my neighbor Ted's condo. And I think he's hungry.
Just don't be fooled. And don't let him in.
This week's prompt was provided by a picture I found on Facebook. That's...that's about it, really. Nothing else to say.