Dear Son,
you’re six times six years old today. Six years each as child, boy, adolescent, youth, young man, and youngish man. Now you’re in your prime, though you won’t admit it (yet).
You’ve got a job, a bank account, and a life of your own, but you’re still a son. If you’re lucky, your parents realise you can take care of yourself. You may not need them now, but they still need you.
Look what they did to me to get your attention!
Go ssssee them! Or I’ll sssscratch!
Tttesssss
P.SSSSS. I MEAN ITTTT!
Oh, yes, …and Happy Birthday.
This week’s 100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups is to write a text to go along with the birthday card above (photo via Julia’s place).
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Ready for a new challenge? Try this!
1006words – Paint / shoot 1000 words, write 6.
Stray Thoughts 
Oh this made me smile. I can just imagine the almost-but-not-quite contained anger of this cat at having to suffer such humiliation.
Yeah, cats don’t suffer in silence. And this one certainly isn’t happy!
A wonderful post and story . . .
Thank-you kindly.
I do hope such a family does not exist. That pussy cat looks SO good! 😉
I’m not sure the cat agrees…
Poor little cat suffers so the parents can gain attention. LOL
I think the cat’s patience may be running out though. The son had better come round!
Hilarious! When I started reading I wondered how you were going to link back to the prompt… Brilliantly done.
Thanks. I was thinking along the lines of what one could actually print on such a card.
Oh, this starts out so sweetly, and then the cattiness comes out! 🙂
Thanks. The cat just believes it’s suffered enough. And they don’t usually suffer in silence 😉