Odd Behaviour

Odd Behaviour

Her cat had been behaving oddly. Skittish and snappy. Quick to slink under a normally welcome touch.

The little queen had even begun stealing. Scraps of lunch meat from the counter — sometimes whole sandwiches. At one point even filching from a plate at dinner, only to vanish with a puffed tail and wild eyes.

She was worried. Surely something had to be wrong … she spent the week searching the house, digging under cushions and pillows, to find —

‘Oh,’ she whispered. Her cat blinked up at her from a cardboard box in the wardrobe. She was curled around a small scaley beast with floppy wings. It lifted its head to cheep hungrily.

‘I’ll get some chicken,’ she said hurriedly.

The cat smiled.

Another microfiction for Gwenfar’s Garden’s birthmonth!

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