Big Problems
Nanna bent over the couch to get a good look at Mr. Whiskers. He was sleeping, finally! She crept down the hallway and into her bedroom and shut the door. She called her pal SammieLou.
“Where you been!” SammieLou yelled.
Then Nanna realized her mistake.
“I need help,” Nanna whispered.
“Eh? You need a belt?”
“Come get me,” pleaded Nanna. “Yow!”
Mr. Whiskers had embedded the claws of both front paws in her calf.
“I don’t think so, dumbass,” said Mr. Whiskers with an ominous glare.
“You’ve got an ethical morass?” yelled SammieLou.
Nanna hung up the phone.
Copyright 2025 by Andrea C. Neil