Neville the Devil

You might be hard pressed to think of anything worse that hearing a cat hecking (my Mum’s word for it) up a hairball somewhere in your house but you don’t know where.

I can tell you that being woken on what you originally considered to be a lazy Sunday lie-in by a cat hecking up his hairball right by your ear, is definitely worse. And I’d only changed the bedding the day before!

I’d had a busy week.

Madeley Carnival on the previous Saturday, Aintree ComicCon on the Sunday. This meant that I had to fit the weekend commitments in on the Friday before. Monday is Praise and Play in the morning, grandmother duties in the afternoon, Book Club on the Tuesday, Renegade writing group on the  Wednesday, catch up with my writing on the Thursday and so back to Friday with St Andrew’s Book Fair on the Saturday. I was considering going back to work for a rest but decided that having a lie-in in fresh sheets liberally sprayed with lavender was the better option.

Neville decided it just needed that touch of cat puke.

The Cat’s Home is too good for him.

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