Most cats had nine lives, but he had ten. The tenth wasn’t his. It belonged to the mage who’d granted his lives. He got a bit greedy in the end.
cats
One-line Haiku (monoku): Rain
evening rain the cat glitters too
Haiku: Fireplace
crackling fire
in the cat’s sleepy eyes
a lingering dream
Cool Cat and The Blue
My evening walk is complemented by the coolest of blues.
The humans love the blue – they’re always dipping their feet in it, splashing it around, even riding it on those moving house things (boots, I think they’re called).
As for me? I’ve got my dignity. I never touch the stuff.
(Image credit: Timothy Meinberg via Unsplash)
Written for Three Line Tales, Week 70
Isabel Caves 