The Fishy Lighthouse! Part 27.
There wasn’t any sleep for McSniff and William as howls echoed across the land. The barks of dogs sometimes getting louder and squeals of those getting hurt. Wary of their surroundings the two cats agree to keep guard just in case. Though the painting above the hearth shows a composition one would not have thought possible. The plaque under it reads: In collaboration for a better future.
Dogs and cats mixed and standing in rows. smiling and holding up their paws in front of a cabin. No indication they were at war or even in a fight. McSniff points to one of the faces and looks at William. “You know that man there, he is the same who build the great pump at the wall. This must have been years ago.”
Will takes a closer look as well and sees a face he recognizes, “wait isn’t that…, that couldn’t be…, that one looks like Richard?”
The silence and smiles of seeing that old cat is short lived as the door is kicked in. a pack of dogs rushes in bearing their large teeth and growling with the hair in their neck puffed up. In shock Will and McSniff puff up their tail and round their back. Hissing with might and unfolding their claws. Sweeping across the room and wounding the first who stand in front of them.
The leap of McSniff on a dog and crossing his drawn nails across the neck, having the dog drop to the floor letting go of its last breath. The dogs get even more fierce and jump together on the two defending cats. The little cabin becoming a fighting ring with the cats held to the ground by four or more dogs.Still wiggling and fighting to break free from the jaws and teeth that are wrapped around their limps.
A dog at the door howls as loud as he can with his back arched. From the rim of the woods emerge another pack of dogs on all fours. Running fast into the direction of the cabin and creating a line for one larger dog. HIs fur shiny and bloodthirsty and fierce look on his face looks down to the two cats from a great hight.
“The name is Jean Pierre Bordeaux, and I did not came here to kill you.” His eyes see the lifeless dog lying on the floor and the few who are scratched across the face or have broken skin. “I am sorry if we came on to hard, but I did not think you would listen to reasoning if we would just show up with a messenger. So is it okay to let you go?”
McSniff nods and the dogs let him go, he takes a seat and lick the small wounds that were made by the teeth and wiggling. Straightening his fur and making it shine again. “Pardon my intrusion? Unlike most cats I would have listened to a messenger. But understandable you did not know with how you were dealing.”
Best Wishes and hope you like the writing and continuation of the story.
After some time I am back with the Thursday read of McSniff. May it be as much fun to be reading it again as it was for me writing it again. I have to say, I missed this and the other stories.