4th Drabble. The Cat Finds His Voice

Fred the cat has demands

“We need to talk, Simon.”

Simon saw his cat, Fred, staring at him with his emerald eyes.

“Yes, it was me,” Fred spoke again, “I need to let you know I’m unhappy with things around here,” he said.

“What the...?”

“Please close your mouth, Simon, you look like the goldfish, who gets better treatment than me, I might add.”

“Huh?”

“You seem not to understand, so I’ll just list my complaints. Cheap food, I hate biscuits. Salmon from now on.”

Simon found his voice at last.

“You’re not the only one who can talk, Fred. Get out of my house!”
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