Blogtober Writing Challenge: Brawl

Carnage lies just below the surface

Lily and I live in a surprisingly violent home.

Every morning begins some sort of wrestling match, demolition derby, or the ritual slaughter of a stuffed mouse.

Life with kittens is like that.

While they look cute and cuddly on the outside, underneath those innocent exteriors beat the hearts of two vicious carnivores. Layla and Raya snuggle happily with us all night long, but then as soon as the alarm blares the conflict resumes. Whatever brawl was left unfinished overnight continues right where it left off.

Even we human beings are not immune to their violence. We are regularly targets of blatant assassination attempts as they weave between our legs in the dark. Obviously, they are attempting to trip us up and break our necks. With us out of the way they will at last be free to run the house as they wish.

Their bloodlust grows each and every day. Recently, even inanimate objects are caught up in the fray. This morning I heard a tussle down the hallway and discovered Layla in the midst of a brawl with my hiking boots. Somehow the footwear had offended her and needed to be put back in its place.

While it is difficult to live each day knowing that death is just a feline whisker away, I take comfort in the knowledge they have not yet evolved thumbs. We provide some utility and access to the treat cupboard, therefore they graciously allow us to live.

For that, I am SOFNGR8FL.