Daily Writing Challenge

F-22

Okay, so today I need six hundred twenty five words written. Grammarly is flagging me already, screw it, I am writing for word counts right now and not Grammarly correct. What should I write about today? I have spent the day in bed with at least two if not three animals in my lap. Mostly it was cats. King our orange tabby, the skinny one, spent most of the day either in my lap or in my wife's arms. He has been very needy today. I think it might have something to do with the fact that he is Mittens', our kitten, favorite punching bag. She will go up to him and beg for a groom and will lay there and enjoy it for a while then something snaps inside of her and she starts biting at him. Or he will be relaxing somewhere and then she comes tearing through out of nowhere, pounces him, and then slaps him a few times before randomly running off again. I think she is a psychopath. God help us all when those two get their paws on catnip. Speaking of Mittens, right at this moment she is in my wife's arms. She just ran up and threw herself over my wife's shoulder and started purring. Now she is chewing on my wife's chin. My wife just asked her if she tasted good and Mittens licked her. We have joked about which of our pets would eat our bodies if we both died suddenly. We are pretty confident that most of them probably would not do it on purpose. A couple are lickers and... But we are fairly confident that Mittens would eat us before our bodies were cold. She tries to eat us alive. Mischeif on four paws, Mittens is a crazy little creature. Now she is sitting on my shoulder watching me type. Ooh she has migrated towards the keyboard. I think she is sizing up the consequences of attacking my hands as I type. Now she has wandered to the middle of the bed. She just hid herself under the folded blankets. I think an ambush is in line for someone's future. Precious just climbed behind my head because she was afraid of the ambush. Now Mittens is peeking over the back side of my screen and she is reaching for my mouse. The last time we had a cat this interested in technology, Jewel ordered two pairs of pajama jeans because I walked away from the computer after ordering one pair. I do not know how she managed it but we had to pay return shipping and a restocking fee. King and Mittens just slunk off together into the living room. Probably looking for the residual catnip from their last party. Those two will tear each other up over a catnip stash. Malachi, King's bonded partner almost seems to hate Mittens. For one she monopolizes King's free time. If that were not enough she does the one thing on the planet that pisses Malachi off more than anything else, she makes him run, really run. Not like the few feet the dogs ocassionally chase him before he stops and stares at them telling them that he is done. NO she makes him run for ten minutes at a time. She chases him and prickles him with her claws when he tries to stop and catch his breath. Now Malachi is not only our oldest pet. He is a nearly fifteen year old orange tabby. A senior who is used to being respected by even chihuahua's which respect no one. He is also our plumpest pet at nearly twenty one pounds. He doesn't do exercise and a full bowl is his favorite emotional support object. I can not really object or scold Mittens for making him exercise. But he really wishes I would.