I’m doing my best to get back into writing – apparently the holidays were so exhausting that I have no imagination left. Or I just lost all ability to plan my time out. One week free of it, and I find myself overwelmed with how much time I spend walking the dog and entertaining him. Not that I’m complaining – we’re getting some pretty walk-friendly weather lately, and less than a month after the solstice, I’m getting so much more daylight.
This week’s word for Trifecta’s writing challenge is:
1: a determination to act in a certain way : resolve
2: import, significance
3a : what one intends to do or bring about
b : the object for which a prayer, mass, or pious act is offered
Check out the other submissions HERE, or submit your own.
It was never my intention to stay so long. I took advantage, I’ll readily admit. It isn’t my proudest moment.
They were an easy mark. How could I resist an open door?
I just can’t bear to leave, quite yet. Maybe a day or two more. Not that I’m getting attached, or anything. I could see myself getting used to it, though, y’know? I’ll stick around and enjoy a bit more free food. Not much of a hardship – company’s not too bad – they give me my space, and they’re real good listeners.
I need my freedom – I need to stretch my legs, feel the grass under my feet, breathe deep of the great outdoors. I’ve got instincts, primal instincts, and they can’t be ignored. I don’t want to get rusty. I’ve gotta hit the road.
It is a pretty scary place out there, though. My pal Fred got scooped up by the nastiest bugger you’ve ever seen. Guy swooped down out of nowhere, and now Fred’s nowhere to be seen. It’s kind of nice to be big man on campus, just for a few more days.
The Missus relies on me to taste-test her cooking.
Plus, they’ve got some wildlife in this place. They buzz around bothering the people here. Tough suckers, too – seems like no matter how many times I land a killing blow, they’re up and jingling about. Can’t leave quite yet – Ieast I could do to repay them is to get rid of this infestation they’ve got.
The old guy and I haven’t gotten much chance in the past few hours to hang out, either. I’ve got this wicked kink in my neck, and he needs help reading the newspaper. Now that’s what I call an equitable exchange of services.
I’ll be leaving soon – best get in some warm-laundry napping while I’m still around to spread the fur. Creeping into their lives was exhausting.