Announcement, dear followers:
I’ve made a writing blog that will store both my fan fiction and my original fiction. It is here, if you are so inclined. That means Illuminated (yes that story is still being written) will be updated there and not here. I figured it would make things easier. Of course, I’ll still link back to here, but it’s all stored there. I’ll just shut it now.
This is what happens when I write a short story about my pets:
It had been a long year. The war had been hard on both sides and it seemed there was no end in sight. The humans were unaware, how could they be? They had brought this enemy into their home. There was only one who could stop it, Simba, the ten year old tabby cat. They had informed him that the great peacemaker of the home, the black labrador, Mokamo had passed onto the land of Milkbones and squeaky toys in the sky. His friend and companion was gone and he would be getting a new one. Simba missed his friend greatly, but expected maybe a younger one that he could teach the ropes to. No, terror came into his life in the size of a thirty pound yellow labrador puppy named Scout. This puppy did not abide by the peace the great Mokamo had set. She tried to bite Simba. She tried hitting him with those giant paws. It meant war and Simba fought bravely against his enemy. He ignored the humans’ messages of encouragement and went straight for the fight. Today, it would all end. Simba went downstairs as Jessica let the creature out of its cage. It had only grown larger, but that did not scare Simba. She could be stopped. Her big wet nose came sniffing towards him and Simba batted it with his paw. “Simba?” “Yes, of course, it’s me. There’s only two pets in this house, you git.” “Right. Well, I’m gonna eat.” Ah yes, the first battle of the day: for the water bowl. Simba rushed, as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, to the bowl and drank first. Scout ran over and knocked him out of the way, her long pink tongue lapping up most of the water. It was on. She went to eat and Simba hissed, standing in front of her bowl. “Hey, that’s my bowl.” “I’m aware.” “But you’re in the way.” “Your skills of observation astound me.” “I wanna eat.” “You drank up all the water.” “I was thirsty. Now I wanna eat.” “You violated the code.” “I still wanna eat.” “You—” Scout used her wet, disgusting nose and knocked Simba out of the way. How dare she? Scout finished eating and went over to Jessica who was in the living room watching the box with the glowing pictures. “I wanna go potty, Mommy,” she said, running up to her. “Wanna go outside?” “Yes!” “Does Scout wanna go outside?” “Dear God, yes! Yes! I wanna go! Take me, take me!” Simba rolled his eyes and hopped onto the couch. If he sat where Jessica was, when she came back, she’d pet him. She took the idiot out and came back shortly saying “Good Scout. That’s why we go potty outside.” “Yes, Mommy. When I got outside I get a treat—when I go inside you use the scary voice.” Jessica came back over to the couch. “Simba, that’s my seat, you silly.” She picked him up and put him on her lap. “Yes, victory is mine.” But sadly, she had to leave shortly and go off to that school thing. Simba was left with the beast. “I love my chew toy. Nom nom nom,” Scout said, biting on the fake baseball. “You are such an idiot.” “Hey, Simba, you wanna play?” “No.” “I like to play.” “No.” “Yes, I do.” “Just shut up. I’m going into the cabinet to get a treat.” “You can’t do that.” “And why not? This is my house, you vermin. I can open the cabinet if I wish and choose to eat mytreats. Do you have a problem with that, you idiotic yellow canine?” “They moved them.” “Liar!” “They’re on the counter, see.” Simba followed Scout into the kitchen. “How dare they! Why would they choose to do such a thing?” “They said you were getting into the cabinet and you were already fat.” “Shut your face. How will I get them now?” “You could jump on my back and hop up there.” “Is this a trick?” “No, I just want a Milkbone.” “You want me to hop on your back and then you’ll just throw me down, won’t you?” “I love Milkbones.” “Fine, but I’m warning you,” Simba jumped up onto the lab’s back and hopped on the counter. He knocked over his treat box and ate a few. “Milkbones.” “Haha, I will not give you your Milkbones.” “Why?” “Because I hate you.” “But I helped you get up there. I just wanted a Milkbone.” The puppy started whining and crying. Simba first felt glee, but then he realized…she was only a baby. She had only been alive for a year. He remembered when he was a little kitten who would fall into the water bowl all the time and Mokamo, being the older wiser one, would fish him out and say, “Don’t drink too fast or you’ll fall in, take it slow.” Mokamo who put up with his rushes of energy and need to play. Mokamo who let him nap right next to her and kept him warm. Maybe this wasn’t war. “Hush now. Here’s your Milkbone,” Simba knocked the box down and a bone fell to the floor. “Yay!” Scout rushed to it and ate it up, loudly. “Help me down, you.” Scout walked to the counter and Simba hopped on her back, before landing on the floor. “Thank you for the Milkbone. I love Milkbones.” “Don’t mention it ever. This doesn’t change anything.” “I like Simba. Simba is fun.” “Simba is not fun.” “Simba is my friend.” “Shut up!”
