Our Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is WREST
One definition, according to M-W, is “to gain with difficulty by or as if by force, violence, or determined labor.” Our newest cat, Tuffy, though he’s only half-grown, doesn’t seem to have such great difficulty wresting small creatures from their hiding places, but I’ll use this word in my response. Since the writing prompt is to be a quick, fun thing I’ll offer my little rhyme.
The temperature has turned quite mild recently, to the delight of our cats. They’re ready to rush off to adventures whenever the door’s open. Yesterday Tuffy raced across the driveway, over the big snowbank on the other side left by the plow, and up into the crotch of a nearby tree. Heaven help the birds come spring! Last night when I let Tuffy out the back door he started nosing along the side of the trailer. Before long he stopped to investigate one spot intently.
Outside in a flash nosing in the tall grass surrounding our dwelling, Tuff found a small swelling. Oh, joy! 'Twas a hole smelling strongly of mole – or maybe a mouse entry into our house. A wee mole was stirring, his cat nature spurring his talon to wrest pipsqueak from its nest. That sad little creature became the prime feature in a game of delight for Tuffy last night.
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