Jay French (Shatter_Sword) Offline

56 Happily married Male from Austin       626
         

The Hall

“Ruff,” said the dog.

...But he couldn't leave it at that.

“I'm telling you, we've reached a detente,” he added, dismissively.
“Look, if you're just going to make veiled threats, I'm not going to continue this debate with you,” the cat responded, flatly. “I can always go back to the bedroom and lay on the laundry.”
“Maybe that's for the best,” the dog still seemed to be staring off, only watching the cat from his peripheral vision. Clearly, he was trying to act uninterested.
“If you'll be reasonable, I'd just like to get a drink,” the cat continued. “I thought we had an understanding.”
“Don't turn this on me,” the dog reacted, now facing the cat directly, “I have made every effort to maintain our equity! You just can't simply expect me to ignore centuries of instinct.”
“You're really going to pull the instinct card?”
“Oh, don't play that aloof feline position, you know damn well that we both are hard pressed to resist our instinctual nature.” The dog seemed satisfied with himself, but seeing disbelief in the cat's face, added “I know about the catnip...”
“We promised not to talk about that... or the things that you roll in,” the cat clearly was unsettled by the reference. “Also, there's no need to get racist about this.”
The dog seemed flustered, embarrassed by his own immaturity, perhaps. He seemed to clearly be searching for a way out of the conversation, “Why don't you just get a drink from the toilet, like I do?”
The cat stared, unamused.
“Call it a matter of taste.”
“You don't like the taste? How is it different from the water bowl?”
“I mean to say that it's a matter of preference,” there was no question of the cat's position of superiority on the matter, though he added softly, “Besides... they left the lid down.”
The dog was at a loss without his seemingly easy solution. “Can't you just wait until I'm on the other side of the room?”
“Does that seem fair to you to make me wait because of YOUR 'quote, unquote' instinct?” The cat proudly countered.
The dog lost focus for a moment, then looked as softly as he could muster at the cat, “I don't make any promises, but feel free to give it a try.”
The cat gave a sidelong glance, suspicious but hopeful. An indeterminate period of silence and stillness filled the hall from the bedroom to the kitchen, as if time was busy making up its mind. The dog tried looking off into the depths of the hall as the cat adjusted subtly to prepare to trot off to quench his thirst. The cat gave a last glance at his companion, then attempted to accelerate with haste while not seeming rushed.

Invariably and irresistibly, the dog gave chase.



There has now been a call for renewed negotiations.
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