Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Friday, April 06, 2012

Holey Cat

Dylan, the senior male cat of the household, decided he'd like to get away from it all. Consequently, he holed up. While retreating into the hole in the cat tower had worked nicely when he was a kitten, he doesn't quite fit anymore.

It wasn't long until Chloe decided to check out what Dylan was doing in the hole.

"So, how's that working for you, Dylan?" Chloe asked. Since Dylan didn't respond, Chloe soon left him alone.

After a while, Dylan realized that holing up wasn't working. He couldn't help feeling a bit cramped. He had no room to stretch.

Soon, he crawled out of his hole and sprawled on the floor.

"Ahhhh, that feels so much better!"

There's probably a moral here, but danged if I know what it might be.



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