Today is Tell a Story Day, so I whipped up this short story for y’all in honor of the day. Today is all about storytelling in all its forms. You can write a story, vocally tell one or tell one through art. However you choose to do it, tell someone a story today!
The sound of a car door slamming outside caused Mixie to wake with a start. She popped her head up, her little black ears flopping as she did so, gave a yawn as she stretched her furry paws out in front of her, and surveyed the room around her. That must have been that one human leaving in that big thing the humans called a car. Mixie wasn’t sure what type of animal it was, but it had absolutely no personality and never wanted to play, so she stayed away from it. Besides that, the humans seemed really protective of it and freaked out any time she got anywhere near it.
She tottered over to the window with half-sleepy eyes. She could just peek out of it from her high vantage point on the bed if she took her nose and poked it through the blinds. Yep, that’s what was going on. Mixie turned around and gave another luxurious stretch. There was nothing quite like that deep morning stretch when she could arch her rear in the air. Another yawn and she bounded over to her sleeping human.
Two licks to the cheek. Wake up, human. Her human covered her face with her paws, which weren’t exactly like paws cause they had no claws and had splits in them to make what she’d heard the humans call fingers. Humans were weird, but Mixie loved her human anyway. They had fun playing together. Her human liked to throw these little squeaky things, and she’d get really happy when Mixie went and caught them and brought them back to her, and Mixie was more than happy to do it. It gave her an excuse to run. She also liked the way her human would stroke her head until she fell asleep, and that kibble food she put in her bowl every morning was delicious. Speaking of which, she was getting hungry.
A couple more licks—this time to the chin. Her human rolled over, and Mixie sat back on her haunches, head cocked to the side, contemplating. Sometimes her human didn’t want to get up right away, but Mixie knew it was morning and that her human needed to get up, so she crept around to the top of her human’s head and walked through her curly fur. That was another weird thing about humans. They didn’t have fur all over their bodies like Mixie did. Instead, their fur grew down from the tops of their heads. Mixie wondered how they kept the rest of their bodies warm, and that’s part of why she always took time to lay on her human a lot. She got cold and needed Mixie’s fur to keep her warm.
An affectionate nip to the top of her human’s ear. Her human groaned, “Mixieeee,” and finally fluttered her eyes open. There you go. That’s it. Mixie planted licks all over her human’s face with enthusiasm and wagged her tail. Yay! She’s up! Mission accomplished! Her human laughed and hugged Mixie to her chest. Mixie nuzzled her neck and then started to wiggle away. Oh, not too tight, human. I haven’t tinkled yet this morning. She freed herself and jumped back as her human sat up doing her own morning stretches. Mixie sat wagging her tail patiently, waiting for her human to pick her up and place her on the floor. Sure, she could always jump off the bed, but she’d done that one time, and it was a really big leap and kind of scary. If her human was willing to pick her up and place her gently on the floor, then she’d let her do it.
“Good morning, Mix Mix,” her human greeted her as she lifted her up, up and then placed her down on the floor, and then she was off, her little paws pitter-pattering as they ran across the wooden floor. Mixie stopped for a moment when she got to the staircase and looked back to make sure her human was following. Maybe she’d take her human for a walk today.