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I know this funny ole cat

 too big for small places and fat.

“There is no room to move about

 this tiny space. I need to get out.”

    perplexed was he so there he sat.


paw notes: 🙂 Bobcat is a mixed Siamese and Burmese cat that belongs to my younger daughter and was little more than the size of a child’s hand (a kitten) when they found him quite literally on their front door step, a stray no one wanted. He is now a hefty, funny, and lazy ‘tom’ and rather spoiled by this grandma at least as I will run fresh warm water in the bathroom sink for him to drink, bath, or just splash and play in, whatever he chooses. So, when he sees me come over he hops up onto the sink and waits until I run water for him, then enjoys himself where he has more room. 🙂 He is one of those ‘fat cats’ one cannot help but love and cuddle with. In this particular incident he climbed inside my little granddaughter’s dolly play pen, surely too small for such a fat cat as Bobcat.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

“Guilty” – Weekly 100 word stories of flash fiction, based on a photo prompt, Dec. 20, 2012

The below story is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction based on a photo prompt. Comments and feedback are welcomed. I want to wish all the writers and bloggers in the Friday Fictioneers group, and those who visit my site a Merry Christmas and hope you will take a few moments to view the other Christmas poems I have posted recently, below the story. Thank you all for reading, following and commenting on my stories and posts through the year. It is always appreciated.


“Yep. Got them made, cooling on a rack. I tried that new recipe, ‘Cranberry Chews… something. You know, with the white chocolate chips? But, with everything going on this week before Christmas it’s been frantic trying to get everything done. Hey, I got to go and feed my cat. I’ll see you at the party. Bobcat comes meowing when it’s past his feeding time.”

I filled his dish. “Bobcat!”


Oh, no! He didn’t! I heard the plate fall to the floor, and ran to the kitchen.


His apology, maybe?


Cookie crumbs everywhere, but no cookies.

Just Bobcat.


Joyce E.  Johnson

Posted December 20, 2012 by Joyce in Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Fiction, Writing

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