Image: Midsummer Night’s Melancholy by Michael Sowa
It was on the way down that Fluffball realised he had used his ninth life the week before.
There had been the incident with the Smith’s labra poodle exacerbated by the Alsatian sticking his nose in where it didn’t belong.
It was all a very nasty and distasteful affair and Fluffball had come out of it the worse for wear.
What was a minor dispute over his food bowl had escalated into a war from which he had been rescued only in the nick of time.
He’d spent the week licking his wounds and curled up on the windowsill. But today looking across at the Alsatian looking so smugly at him it had become all too much and Fluffball decided to show the mangy dog he was not above the ultimate adventure.
Thinking cats always landed on their feet he had launched himself into the void and only now remembered much to his disappointment.
‘Bugger,’ thought Fluffball as he neared the end.
Above him the Alsatian looked smugly down.
Written for: http://magpietales.blogspot.se/2015/06/mag-276.html
Morpethroad 
Woo. Nine lives have limits. And smugness seems to know some kind of self-righteous eternity.
Thanks Gemma it was a good prompt to write to. Have a good day.
This time furriociosity (and forgetfulness) killed the cat. I wonder if the Alsatian can count to ten?
A nice late evening smile.
I don’t think the dog would give a rats….thanks for reading….
Bugger indeed ! :O
they say every dog has its day and every cat has nine lives…..sometimes they run out….
Oh.. there is an end even to 9 lives.. and this sounds like a useless waste… I feel sorry for Fluffball.. 🙂
I think Fluffball was thinking the same. Thanks Bjorn lovely to see you again.
The same.. it’s always nice to cross paths 🙂
Shame he didn’t do that ‘buy nine get one free’ offer!
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I’m sure he’s kicking himself Rosie, but them’s the breaks sometimes….thanks so much for stopping by.
Ohh, you have me chuckling with wicked glee–my halo just fell off.
It’s better your halo slips than your pitch fork is dropped.
Oh I don’t believe I have a pitchfork– certainly I hope not.
No couldn’t see you with one, a halo certainly probably a little more sparkly than mine.
Lots of sparkly “bling” on mine! Gotta stand out in the rain from time to time, wash the dust off.
Sounds like he too life a little bit for granted. Good story.
Thanks Kim, sometimes we do just.
… a fine bit of prose!
Thank you so much Helen.
Oh, crap. I just hate it when you lose track of lives.
I think Fluffball had similar thoughts….thanks so much for your comment.
uh,oh! Nice story.
Thanks Candy, appreciate you stopping by…
Oh, Fluffball – you numerical idiot, you!!
Lol…..so easy to say in hindsight though you do wonder how he felt as he realised his predicament
Fluffball. Giggle.
Hi Tess I hardly think Fluffball found anything to giggle about on the way down even though we find his predicament somewhat amusing. Have a good day, I’ll try to stop by next week.