This week you should be slightly concerned. My lovely sister-in-law foolishly declared that I should choose the topic for our writing exercise. She is busy gazing in gooey-eyed wonder at her new mini computer and could not be bothered to come up with a safe alternative to my tumultuous and treacherous topic selections. You can view her version of this exercise here: mamagriffith.blogspot.com Well, here goes nothin…. If you would like to participate this week, our writing exercise topic is: Misunderstood Pets
I am fairly certain that the most misunderstood pet I owned as a child was Angel. Angel was a beautiful white rat with sweet red eyes and a charming disposition. She would often sit at the base of my neck nibbling at my hair and making happy rat noises about how life was good and the rodent pellets were plentiful. She even did tricks. If I managed to acquire one of my Mom’s long wooden kitchen spoons, I could put her out on the end of it like she was walking the plank of a pirate ship and turn the spoon slowly while she balanced delicately on the end.
Despite her many talents my Mom and our dog were not fond of Angel. In fact they were not ford of Star Track, my brother’s tan rat, either. Yes yes his name was Star Track not Star Trek, but my brother did name him after all. My mother lived in constant fear that one of our beloved rodents would escape and attack her as she slumbered. And when they made the momentous decision to reproduce, her love for them began to grow cold. Eventually Angel and Star Track were forced to take up residence in the woodshed and slowly the sitings of them began to diminish. I try to convince myself that this had nothing to do with our rat-hating Scottish terrier mix doggy, but one never really knows where Scotties are concerned.