Writer Wednesday #2: Pet POV

On my blog, I am doing a new 'event' called Writer Wednesdays. I post a prompt and others(including me) write something based on that prompt.

They are looking at me again.  That is right, just standing there and looking at me.  They sometimes stand there for minutes at a time, just looking at me.  I tend to just look back, wondering what kind of game they are playing.  They do not do much while they look, sometimes point or giggle into their hands.  The water alters the sounds they make into very strange vibrations, but I have grown used to this.

When they are not looking at me, they sometimes get on the large platform across the room and proceed to wrap their limbs around each other and shed their outer coverings.  Other times they just lay there for hours at a time, doing nothing, appearing to be completely dormant.

And still, other times, they are nowhere to be seen and this is what troubles me.  The thought that there is something beyond my home, which somehow keeps me contained in its invisible walls, is a very daunting sentiment.  I have plenty of food and water, but sometimes when they just stand there looking at me, I wonder if they are admiring a trophy they have caught, giggling in approval to each other at having found a way to keep me magically contained in this place by means I cannot see or comprehend.

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[hellenmasido]

Hahaaaaaaaaaa! Poor pets! What strange thoughts they must have of us! Love this piece and would like to try writing from the POV of a pet or animal! Looking forward to checking out your blog :-)

P.S - Allow me not to rate you. No rating could correctly capture my sentiments as my comment has.