taken by -tantek-
Prompt posted Oct 7 2006
taken by -Andrew-
Prompt posted Oct 16 2006
|Story Type: Original.|
Content Cautions: None.
Critique: Constructive Criticism welcome.
Summary: Meow! :)
Miscellaneous :I'm not sure if this is against the rules, but I was inspired by two pictures, so I decided to include them both. Oh...and you might be able to tell from my last post that I am being most decidedly evil this week. Special thanks go to my childhood cat, Mittens, who loved me...and put up with me.
I'm going to need some serious counseling after this one, thought Snuffy as his owner, Natasha, raised the plastic teacup to his lips. It was playtime at the Hayden household, and eight year old Natasha decided to celebrate the occasion with a tea party.
The Haydens adopted Snuffy from the local animal shelter about two years ago. They deemed him "the most tolerant" from a litter of five kittens because he allowed Natasha to carry him around the cat room any old way. He would have let her swing him around by the tail for all he cared, and he wouldn't take so much as a swat at her. When the family arrived home, Natasha decided to name him Snuffy after the character, Snuffleupagus, because he had long reddish-brown hair like the woolly mammoth on Sesame Street.
Snuffy loved Natasha. Really he did. She was his best friend. She fed him, spent time with him, and most importantly, scratched him on his cheeks and behind his ears. But this...this was too much. Today, Natasha decided to put Snuffy in a pink dress bordered with white lace. Said dress came from a doll that Natasha affectionately named Nancy. Snuffy tried to remind Natasha that he was a guy, not a girl, but unfortunately for him, that didn’t work out so well. Either she ignored or failed to understand his plaintive meows as she was stuffing him into the dress. Snuffy would have tried to express himself in a way that Natasha could understand, but being a cat, he couldn’t master the intricacies of human language. So much for that.
Poor Snuffy ended up lolling around unhappily on Natasha’s lap, nursing his bruised ego. He twitched his ears back and occasionally whipped his tail around angrily in an attempt to announce his displeasure, but Natasha wasn’t paying any attention. She was busy addressing her doll companions, who were seated on tiny chairs that surrounded a plastic table. One of these dolls was Nancy, who was clad only in pink bloomers and socks. Currently, Natasha was announcing to her dolls that she was the queen of Haydenland, and that she would soon pick a successor from one of the attendees.
“Snuffy, I proclaim you princess!” Natasha exclaimed. She picked up a small, silver tiara that was on the table in front of her, and commenced to attach it to Snuffy’s head with a piece of string.
“Now hold still and be a good princess,” said Natasha as a look of genuine terror dawned on the doomed Snuffy’s face. She tried to tie the string under his jaw and alarming close to his throat. Being a cat, he became claustrophobic, and feared that the string was going to strangle him.
Snuffy had had enough. He flailed around in an attempt to escape, being careful not to scratch Natasha on accident. Unfortunately, the doll’s clothes were restricting his movements. And suddenly…he was free! With an awkward gait, he fled to the living room, dress and all. He decided that he was going to hide behind the couch for the rest of the day. And hopefully, when he came out of hiding, Mrs. Hayden would take pity on him and extract him from the dress.
“Snuffy, come back!” Natasha called after him. But fortunately for Snuffy, he was already gone...