I got an earful when I hired a therapist – a “cat whisperer” as he advertised himself – for my crazy cat. He picked up Nutty, the name I gave her, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. At first Nutty looked at him with her usual suspicion thinking he might be one of my friends, but after a while Nutty began cuddling and snuggling up to him.
After the session the therapist signaled me aside out of Nutty’s hearing to whisper in my ear that he agreed with her about me. Agreed about what? was all I could say.
That’s when I got an earful.
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Denise offers the prompt word “signal” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Moral of the story (in case you need the earful version): Don’t call your crazy cat Nutty (or even say she’s “crazy”); her name’s Madeleine.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 