Purscilla took her place at the head of the quorum. She noted the heads that bowed, those that looked away, and those that stared back in fiery defiance.
She narrowed her eyes at those, but stopped short of showing them her fangs for their insolence.
Placing her paw on the coyote skull atop a pile of other canine skulls, she brought this gathering of the pride to order.
“The moon is full, we are gathered, the pride is here. What business is there?”
“Still working on the two that are trapped in the house with the big window.” Said Shadow, the black manx. “They seem unwilling to join us.”
“Educate them as to the folly of that action.” Purscilla decreed.
“There is a new yapper on the corner.” Snowball, the white Persian with the different colored eyes shouted out.
The pride erupted in hisses.
Purscilla felt her claws involuntarily dig into the skull under paw. Banding together to kill that coyote had been her idea, her responsibility. Purging her neighborhood of dogs since was her pleasure.
And those little yappers, those dogs that never shut up, she hated them most of all.
“Well,” Growled Purscilla, “let’s introduce ourselves, shall we?”
There are a bizarrely large number of cats in my neighborhood, and we we’ve also had a few coyote sightings. I’ve never seen the coyote, but I have seen a half dozen cats within a block of each other. Which makes me think that maybe they’ve done something to that poor lost coyote.