Blackie walked into the living room and over to the recliner. The black cat spotted the tortoiseshell cat, Snickers, curled up in the chair. Blackie let out a low growl.
“That’s my spot,” Blackie said. “You’re in my spot.”
Snickers opened his eyes and yawned. “I don’t see your name on the chair, ‘Sheldon’,” he quipped snidely as he stretched and changed positions.
“I was sleeping there, Snickers. I just got up to go use the litter box. Now get out of my spot.”
“I don’t think so. This is my spot now. Go sleep somewhere else.”
Blackie hissed and prepared to jump up into the chair to fight Snickers. Then he spotted the tortoiseshell cat’s favorite catnip mouse beside the chair and had a better idea.
Blackie carried the catnip mouse over into the middle of the room and began playing with it. Snickers noticed and stood up in the recliner.
“Hey!” Snickers whined, “that’s my toy! You can’t play with that!”
“Really?” Blackie replied while he held the mouse with his front paws and kicked it with his back paws. “I didn’t see your name on it.”
“Let go of it right now!” Snickers yowled, his back arching and fur bristling.
Snickers jumped from the recliner and ran towards Blackie. Blackie quickly dropped the catnip mouse and got out of the way. Snickers picked up the catnip mouse and started playing with it, murmuring “Mine, mine” as he held it in his mouth.
Blackie retreated to the recliner, reclaiming his spot and curling up to sleep.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “spot”: