Friday, September 01, 2006

The smell of the house just seems off

Please welcome guest poster Bethiclaus, who's visiting as part of the September Blog Exchange; you can read my post there today. Our mission: Choose one of these completely wack prompts from McSweeney's and write an entry inspired by it. To read all of this month's participating entries, visit the blogroll. To participate next month, email Kristen at kmei26 at yahoo dot com.

The smell of the house just seems off
Another day. I love this place. Look there's my food. And my water. I'll have a little now, go outside and then come back for more later. This is the life. I know exactly what lies ahead. Another great day.

Mmm…this food is great! Just like yesterday. Who knew one could get such great service in her own home!

Hmmm…Something seems a little strange. I just feel…wrong.

Back and forth. Back and forth. I'd like to stop but I can't ever stop myself from following.

Oh good. That's over. I'll just take a quick nap.

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What was that? Ack! I'm outta here!

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The smell of the house just seems off. I've been hanging out outside for a couple of hours now because I was too nervous. It's been so noisy in there and I kept having to try to avoid feet walking back and forth. I'm going to brave the house anyway.

There's that cat sleeping on the windowsill. Cats aren't ever bothered by anything. How can he sleep through this? Doesn't he smell the change in the air?

It's still so loud. Maybe I'll go back outside. Wait! What's this? It's a shoe! Oooh, look at that heel. I think I might have to have a little nibble. It smells funny. I don't really recognize that smell. I wonder what that is. Oh well. It'll take more than a strange odor to stop me.

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That was a tasty treat. I better get out of here before anyone notices what I've done. I'll just run upstairs. Hm. What are these? They're pictures of humans. I recognize some of them. But some of them are unfamiliar. All these pictures are torn up. The cat must have made this mess. Surely I'll be blamed for it later. I always get in trouble for everything.

Whoa, what just happened? I hate when the door slams!

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It sure is quiet in here now. The cat is still asleep! What's wrong with him?!?

Luggage? No! I hate luggage! I'm going to be left alone with the cat?!? He beats me up when we're alone! I hate luggage! I will whine to express my concern!

I knew whining would work! Cuddling is the best! I love being picked up! Yes! Rub my belly! But please, stop dripping on me!

My kennel? But I don't want to go in there? What's happening? Where are we going? I DON'T LIKE CHANGE!

Bethiclaus is a graduate school dropout who now bides her time writing about her beautiful daughter and dreaming of higher education.


mothergoosemouse said...

Beth, that was excellent. I thought that was one of the harder prompts too!

ECR said...

I agree that this was the hardest prompt. I couldn't even begin to figure out how to approach that one. Very creative!

Binkytown said...

Very clever! I tried this one too and kept getting stuck. Nice job!

Mother said...

Haha. Nice take. You guys rock!

sherry said...

Nice job!

Sarah said...

This was really good, Im looking forward to part two!!!

Karen said...

Heh...that was great. I was scratching my head to figure out which prompt it was when it dawned on me. Heh heh.

Nancy said...

I am ashamed to admit I cannot figure out which prompt you used, Bethiclaus. Must be too late in the day. ;-)

But I love the writing. I have never tried writing from a dog's point of view before.

Nancy said...

OH! I saw mothergoosemouse's comment over at Heather's place and I figured out which prompt. Same one that I did -- now it seems so obvious! Such a creative way to look at it. :-)

Heather said...

Aha, it took me a minute to figure out which prompt you wrote on. Der! The same one I wrote on! I love your approach to this prompt. Very creative taking an animal's point of view. Excellent.

TB said...

That was really creative! That particular prompt had me totally stumped.