The Pacifist In Me

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My little brother Salem is what you might call hospitably challenged. You see, in the world of felines, there are bullies and there are those that are bullied. Salem is a born and bred bully. He kind of prides himself on it. I myself am an accomplished pacifist. Which means I can run fast. Very, very fast.

I’m more of a brains cat than a brawny one. My battles take planning. Scheming. I find that revenge, like tuna, is best served cold.

Today, I found the outer shell of one of Salem’s claws stuck in my fur. A souvenir from yesterday’s surprise attack. Well, I’m getting even. When he wakes from his nap, he’ll find his face staring at the business end of Teenager’s underwear. Underwear I found on the floor!

“Suuuukkkkkkiiii!!!!!!”

Ack! I gotta go.

Published by pollymorse

My name is Suki the Cat. I live with my sister Sasha and my annoying little brother Salem. I also live with my human, Polly and 6 other various humans. They look weird and smell funny and I can't understand a word they say, but they feed me. My human is a writer and is always telling me funny stories. She writes Middle-Grade fiction.

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