Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Sixty-Six

The big, orange cat appeared, mouth first, grinning, and Allie couldn’t help thinking she knew who he was.

Before she could speak he hissed.

“One is not,” he said firmly, “from Cheshire”.

Allie swallowed nervously then summoned a grin of her own.

“And my name isn’t Alice.” 

“Very well, then, we understand each other. Were you following the white rabbit perchance!”

“No. I most certainly was not. I fell asleep in the sun. And the next thing I knew there was a big ginger tomcat…”

“Sadly, one is not quite a tomcat.”

Allie sighed.

“Even the cat is a disappointment.”

©jj 2019

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