Photo: courtesy of DeAnna Gossman
“I’m telling you, Nym. She isn’t coming back.”
“But her drinking vessel is here.”
They both knew that she never strayed too far from it or for too long. There was even some liquid left in it.
Nelly made a doubting sound that gave him an urge to scratch her. Instead, he sniffed and looked again.
And of course the drinking vessel was still there, unemptied. It was the kind designed to not allow them any actual sipping. Not that he’d want to. The stuff that went into it was odoriferous and generally undrinkable. It wasn’t even real blood.
Still, it would be nice if she didn’t lock her drinks that way. It was insulting.
He’d tried to dip and lick once, but the one legged vessel was too tall and wobbly, and it tipped and rolled and fell and broke into small bits of ice that cut his tender flesh when he’d tried to walk on it. If he’d wanted to taste blood there were better ways for it than being reduced to licking his own.
He never got too close to one again.
“Come, Nelly,” he soothed his anxious, clucking friend. “We’ll nap now. I’m sure she’ll return.”
Na'ama Yehuda 
Love this conversation, and that cat’s take on wine in a wine glass. Brilliantly done. 🙂
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🙂 Thanks, Crispina! That cat’s ‘look’ and the hen’s look of alarm did it for me … 😉 The rest was just going with their flow … LOL
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It’s brilliant. Yay!
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Thank you! 🙂
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From now on I’ll always think of my wine glass as a one-legged tall and wobbly vessel! Great conversation Na’ama.
Here’s mine!
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Thank you, Keith!
(Inquiring felines want to know – what on earth did you think of it before today? How can it possibly have any OTHER way to be thought of?… ) 😉
Off to read yours!
Na’ama
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Actually, after the third or fourth refill, it’s always like that!
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LOL!
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Such an awesome post
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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