Frolicking Crisis

She frolicked through the tall grass, chasing ducks and snakes and whatever else caught her fancy.

“Iris!”

The black cat continued to run about, enjoying her new-found freedom of playing in more than just the backyard.

“Iris!”

She didn’t even turn an ear to the voice calling her name. The outdoors were just too much fun! She was going to stall as long as possible before going home. Cotton, that old white and black grandma of a cat, went out for the whole day all the time and she was hardly ever called to come back sooner than she wanted!

(Iris completely ignored the fact that she was still very much a kitten in human and cat terms and that she had never been this far from home by herself. She was too busy griping about her mom calling her home earlier than she wanted to.)

Meanwhile, back at the house…

Iris’s mom and dad were really starting to worry. It had been more than five hours since anyone had seen their cat and both of them had lost other cats in much the same way. They had gone out one day and never come back. They couldn’t bare to lose Iris after not even having her for a full year yet.

Everyone ran around the house, the yard, the creek, looking for the missing cat. This was truly another Family Crisis.


Written for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/06/3ww-ccclxxii.html

Also, this happened to us yesterday. It was really hard on my sister and her husband because Iris is still very much a kitten. We finally found her playing near the creek… Which didn’t help as my sister was convinced that she’d fall in, be one of those few cats that can’t swim (family history has taught us that they do exist…for us at least) and fall into the creek and drown.

Her husband and I finally got her after dark and dragged her back into the house (man, but that can can wriggle!) I got a nice slice of one of my fingers taken off as a parting shot, but that cat is now in the house (and it time out apparently.)

My Lady Slumber

My but how you make me weak!
I don’t know whether to laugh aloud or
Shout my sorrows with a streak.
The absurdity of this situation
Really  brings a groan to my lips.
Even should I work to exhaustion,
Still you leave me breathless and
Sobbing for just one hour of sleep.
Why have you deserted me, My Lady Slumber?

Written for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/05/3ww-ccclxviii.html

Also, because I have run out of my sleeping medicine and am currently unable to refill. This is not going to be pretty…

Expect sleep-deprived insanity to show up often here.

EDIT: Oops, just realized I already did this specific prompt a few weeks ago… Ah well, still leaving this up. (See what I mean about the sleep-deprivation?)

Ignore previous edit. I’m just a chicken with it’s head cut off.

Communication? What is that?

Coming home from a long day of work,
Oh! Don’t forget that we have dinner plans!
Massive amounts of panic when finding out,
Maybe this ruin could have been avoided if the others had known?
Ultimately, we’re going to be late, but go we must.
Now don’t strain yourself too hard,
I don’t want you to overdo it and call over.
Come now, what do you take me for?
A child who doesn’t know how to keep an eye on themselves?
That wasn’t how I mean it, but now that you’ve said it…
I am going to pretend that you didn’t say that.
Oh don’t be such a baby! You’re fine!
Now are we going to continue this or get going?
I wouldn’t have let them go if you had let me now that there were plans in the making. This is why we need to have communication, woman!

Written for the Three Word Wednesday prompt that I’m trying out: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/05/3ww-ccclxix.html

Also, this is a conversation that I had with one of my sisters a few days ago when she came home from work and asked where the kids were. I’d let them go to another sister’s house earlier when their housework and homework was done (and another went to a church activity). She was like, “Why did you let them go? We were having dinner at David’s!” She had, of course, forgotten to let me know that or put it on the calendar. We made it, but we were late. Our brother-in-law was fine with that and we had a good evening anyway. There was food we were able to bring back for the others and we managed to get home about the same time as them anyway, so it all worked out in the end.