The Feline and the Hare

“Rufus, what are you doing out of the forest? There are no rabbit holes around here.” The tabby cat flicked his tail in annoyance.

“I was sent here by Glottack. Seems Tavalox wants an eye kept on the girl.” the brown rabbit twitched his nose as a gentle breeze blew across his whiskers. “Don’t go twitchin’ your tail at me you flea bag, you’re spying on her too.”

“I’m here for more noble reasons, not to be someone’s snitch.” replied the feline indignantly.

“Snitch, I’m not a snitch, I just know who I have to answer to. Besides that human has stirred up a hornet’s nest. Did you know she escaped the mountain?”

“Indeed I do. Who do you think helped her?” answered the cat with a rather smug look on his angular face.

“Why would you do a hair-brain thing like that? You know that girl tried to eat me!” Rufus shifted his weight in frustration.

“Too bad she didn’t succeed,” purred the feline squinting its green eyes at the rabbit.

“Now listen here, you disgrace of an animal, you can’t talk to me like that. I’ll tell Tavalox on you.”

“I dare you,”challenged the cat as he licked a dainty paw.

Rufus began hopping up in down in anger, snagging one of his large floppy ears on a twig. “Ow! Now look what you made me do. Are you happy?”

“Yes I am” coming to his feet the tabby turned its back on the rabbit. “Better hope the humans don’t spot you, I hear they enjoy a good rabbit stew now and then.” And with a flick of his tail the cat disappeared into an ally.

“I hope you choke on a fur ball!” he hollered after the striped feline. “I hate that putty tat,” he grumbled as he hunkered down for another sleepless night.