Silver’s one surviving eye glistened in the twinkling fairy lights. Droplets of fresh cream fell from the ends of his whiskers. On the floor a serving plate lay broken, beside it, a scented gift torn free from red and green wrapping paper. As worn, yellow teeth chewed slowly on a second slice of salmon, a ginger and white face appeared at the far end of the table. Silver hissed, but the fearless intruder ignored the warning. One by one, others soon joined to claim their share of the unexpected bounty. In the shadows, the kindly folks from the cat’s society watched on smiling as the neighbourhood strays tucked into their Christmas treat.
These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge…and please remember is a pet is for life, not for Christmas.
Seasons greetings to all my friends on FF!