Gil looked up from where he lay in bed with the remote on
one side, his empty shot glass and the half- drunk bottle of whiskey on his
bedside table, and the crumpled bags from the midway booth still smelled of
roasted nuts. He let go a loud burp.
Damn, it was great to be home; safe in his own bed with the
drapes drawn. No one could ogle him if he morphed or decided to romp through
the artificial trees and potted plants lining the hall. He’d have one hell of a mess to clean up in
the morning if his squirrel got too plastered on the liquor roaring through his
system. He blinked twice. Yawning, he picked up the remote and surfed
through several more channels. After a
week of human cuisine and entertainment, Gil liked his quiet bedroom all to
himself.
The nature channel boasted a marathon of programs on
squirrels. “PPFFFFT,” Gil replied as the
narrator started in about this being an epic documentary on the rodents he
called rats of the woods.
“I can tell you more than you’ll ever figure out.” Gil flipped a bird at the television and
surfed more channels. His eyelids got
heavier. He jerked upright, swearing he
heard a chirp. He sighed and chirped.
Great-the moon was rising.
Couldn’t he just get through one fullness without doing more than sleeping? He yawned and slid lower into the bed as
visions of fishing with the guys ran across his mind.
Moments later snores filled the room. Blackie, the stray cat that adopted Gil, lay on
the foot of the bed purring. Two golden
eyes watched over her new owner.
Question was, who owned who?
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Happy Weekend Gang!
Sleep well Gil! You deserve a night off to rest and breath deeply.
Between rain, heat, and pollen, I am ready to declare spring over! Hope you are safe and enjoying the change without being smacked by Mother Nature and tornados.
We're fine here at the Spice Homestead. Keep safe and sound! Share a good book or two with your spice and loves! I know I am!
Smiles,
Solara
3 comments:
Yep, Gil deserves a peaceful night's rest. Being Mayor of Talbot's Peak is no cake walk. ~smiles~
So kitty enters the picture... what Next?
Nothing like settling into your own bed after an extended trip. The pillows are never quite right in motels.
Must be spring. There's nothing on TV.
So Gil is owned by a cat now? Or a cat shifter?
Thanks Pat and Savanna! Yes nothing like being at home in your own bed surrounded by your things. I'm not sure cat or shifter on this one. Muse isn't saying.
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