There are eight warm-blooded creatures living in my home, and only three of them are human.
That’s right, I have five pets – two dogs and three cats – and I treat each of them like they are my kids.
I praise them, scold them, am sarcastic with them, joke with them, and have simple, everyday one-way conversations with them.
When I’m away from home, especially if I’ll be gone for several hours, I also leave the television on so they won’t feel lonely.
And, just like with my kids, I tell them I love them and throw out a “good bye, be good,” when I leave the house.
What I don’t do is except any kind of audible answer to any of my verbal communications.
That was until earlier this week.
Thinking I had the house to myself – believing my menfolk had already exited the home for the day – I went about my routine of closing up and heading out the door with a typical valediction, “y’all be good, I won’t be gone long.”
From somewhere deep in the house, I heard, “okay, see ya.”
Took me a couple of seconds to realize that my son was still home.
I had a brief moment of Dr. Doolittle exhilaration that I could finally talk to the animals, and that they could talk to me.
“No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.” ~ Christopher Morley
This week’s word is:
Talk
What to do:
Using “talk” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.
Thin spiral notebook 
They lay in bed, separated by a stack of books arranged to define the divide more than to be read. She finished a Bradbury story and mused, “What if today were the last day of our lives?”
“What?” he snapped, studying the crossword; the answer to ‘effortful but futile’ was crystallizing –
“I wouldn’t do anything different,” she pronounced, mouth pursed. “That’d be – flighty.”
“Sisyphean!” he crowed.
“You weren’t listening,” she complained, adding, “Take your pills,” as she fluffed pillows. Obediently, he swallowed her medicine, she his. And but for this – deviation, if you will – their last day was altogether ordinary.
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At least they died together!
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Done! Posted ! 🙂
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My cats meow has a familiar sound and. Does sound like at times they talk to me in A tone I at times feel I can understand. I’ve Always had cats. So maybe it is me.
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Giggle!
I do wish June, pumpkin and Spice could tell me what’s on their minds. Mmmm. Lol
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I can only imagine the conversations my trio would have. I wonder if cats swear, I’m positive at least one of mine does.
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That’s lovely. It made me miss evil cat who passed over the rainbow bridge to spread darkness and chaos on the other side. She didn’t meow, she swore. Thank you, it’s really cheered me up. LM x
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We had a cat like that… Bill. He was practically feral but was the best mouser we’d ever had. He would bring us all sorts of goodies.
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I always tell my girl to ‘be a good girl’ before leaving the house. And, of course, she is! I understand from where you come, great post.
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My “Girls” don’t always listen to me when I tell them to “be good,” but they are all so darn cute I can’t stay mad at them.
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