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
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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.