Close Shave

"Fuzzy!...Din-dins!"
This was a voice that meant to be heeded
No question.
It ricocheted off the patio wall in an attempt to escape that
mouth.

The thought of 'din-dins' was, of course tempting
but how to make it up the garden and reach the food bowl unseen?
There were other considerations.
The grumbling of his tummy paled into near-insignificance, compared to
the consequences a sighting might inflict upon those he held most
dear.

His route-planning was interrupted by
"Fuzzy! Come here at once!"
No pretence now. That was a command -
a Mrs. Human command.
Those were not ignored, even by Mr. Human.

Perhaps she wouldn't notice?
Of course she would! How could she not?
Brazen it out, or risk the wrath a non-appearance would surely
invoke?
Decisions like that don't do a chap's health any good.

The choice was no longer his to make.
His legs left the ground and were tucked smartly under his
body...
a couple of lives flashed before his eyes.
The game was up.
No opportunity to collaborate in the concoction of a feasible story (if
that ever was an option, which he doubted).
He was exposed...
their guilt was exposed.
They would be for it, whatever 'it' was going to be.
Mrs. Human was uncannily adept at making the punishment fit the
crime.
But how would she manage that in this instance?
Crew cuts all round?
Mr. Human's yell severed Fuzzy's desperate thoughts of damage
limitation
(he'd held a certain fondness for that phrase, ever since he heard it
on Richard and Judy)

"WHO'S BEEN SHAVING THIS BLOODY CAT AGAIN?"