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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: The Family Pet (05/15/08)

TITLE: Breakfast Buddies
By Marita Vandertogt
05/16/08


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Thump. Four pokey paws land on the bed and make their way across my back. I look at the clock, but I donít need to. I know itís about 5:20 a.m. He knows it too, and thatís breakfast time. I lie still, not moving except to breath ever so slightly. I open one eye and stare into his two big green ones, open full blast and green shining in my face. Next comes the purr in full throttle. ďBustedĒ I think again.

He pulls his big orange body up, wobbling a little on his back legs, and jumps from the bed. I turn over for another few minutes as if none of this happened, and get ready for the following act.

Sure enough, another thump. His sister lands on the mattress now, a much lighter landing, but also much more determined. Instead of a green eyed stare, I get a very annoying and loud, meow, into my ear. I turn over and cover my head with a pillow. Itís too early, I yell in my head. Much too early. Another meow, louder than the first, desperate in nature and I worry about the people downstairs. They can hear her. They think Iím hurting her. Shhhh. I whisper out loud. She stares at me and opens her mouth with another MEOW, coming from the base of her throat. She turns and jumps from the bed as well. The clock reads 5:28 now. Stubborness is just as much mine as it is theirs. I turn over once more to try for a few minutes more of sleep.

Thump. Once again. Pokey paws across my back. This time staying there, and I feel the pokey pain of his weight. He knows it. I know he knows it. Okay, I yell out loud. Iím getting up. And he jumps to the floor once more.

But I donít get up. And sure enough, Act 2 lands on the bed again, wailing like a baby. Defeated, I swing my legs to the side of the bed and get up. They sit side by each, and stare at me, angelic in their eyes. They turn and lead the way to the kitchen, their little butts matching colours, the white tips on each of their tails copies of each other. The same sway, the same destination. I follow along, their captor with unseen chains.

Two cans of Fancy Feast later, and I lie down again only to get up a few minutes later to make my way to the bathroom and get ready for work.

You need to train them, friends say into my bleary hooded eyes. You need to let them know whoís boss. Yes, I say, without explanation or defence. They are dog owners. Dogs live to please. Cats, well, cats. Only a cat owner, and I use that term loosely, knows whatís itís all about.

Train them. Yes. Iíll do that. Right after they get their breakfast.


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Leigh MacKelvey05/22/08
How True! I loved your descriptions, especially the image of the pair leading you to the kitchen ! That is soooo CAT! Great job!
Joanne Sher 05/22/08
Oh can I relate! That last line is PRICELESS. I giggled throughout this entry. Fun!
Lynda Schultz 05/22/08
Oh yes, I have two who do exactly the same thing every morning. They own me! I relived those moments as I read. Very good.
Helen Dowd 05/22/08
What's the saying? "Dogs come when you call. Cats take the message and get back to you." You own a dog. Cats own you...Well demonstrated by your "tale" or their "tails"! How well I know. I have FIVE of "them monsters" - (and a dog) loved and obeyed!

Debbie Wistrom05/23/08
This was fun and I could see the cat butts and tails sauntering casually like they own the place. You put me in the house with them. I miss my cat.
Laury Hubrich 05/23/08
How funny and how very true your statements are about cats:) Very entertaining piece:)
Laury
Verna Cole Mitchell 05/24/08
I loved the description of your "cat alarm clocks." Yeah, I can see they're going to be trained!
Dee Yoder 05/25/08
Cats are ALWAYS sure that they're right, so what's to train?! You nailed the cat persona to a "T" and the hapless owner's persona, too. Humorous and descriptive writing!
Gregory Kane05/26/08
Excellent. I could practically hear your nerves unravelling. I especially enjoyed the underplayed humour
Holly Westefeld05/27/08
Classically cat--a fun read.