Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Petlife.
From Dogs to Cats
Being a pet owner is kind of like the first steps to becoming a parent. Or so I've always imagined it. They pee and poop and sleep all day, they tell you, in their own way, when they need food or water, because they don't speak the same language as you, and they love play time. They enjoy their naps and cuddle with you when you're sad or sleepy. I say it's like having a child because when you domesticate an animal, that animal becomes reliant on you, like a child, for affection, time and effort into keeping them alive and it is a big responsibility. (What every parent tells their child when they ask for a new puppy or kitten)
By Shasta Scott5 years ago in Petlife
Meet the Competition
It was a cool fall evening, and everyone was in place. Mr. Wigelsworth, a silver tabby, found a perfect spot under a small bush, camouflaged like leaves, except for his two green eyes, poking out through a section of bare twigs. Princess Anne, a white Persian, found herself under a large plastic kid’s mini car that someone left out in the back yard. It hadn't been touched in weeks so no one would suspect a cat to be hiding under it and ready to pounce. Wigelsworth whistled the secret greeting, like a bird calling the flock. After a few minutes with no call back, he whistled again, this time much louder and more direct. Still, after no response call, he began to grow frustrated and he called out, "Princess Anne! Do you hear me?" He whistled again.
By Doug Goodrich5 years ago in Petlife
They don’t make ‘em like you anymore
T. Alba, they don’t make ‘em like you anymore. You float through everyone, maybe even above them. There’s something about you, that I can’t put my finger on - all consuming in a way. Like you ate me up, and spit out the rest. Puked out the rest.
By Dialogue of the Damned 5 years ago in Petlife
Maisy's Foal
“We ain’t never seen snow quite like this in any November I’ve been around for!” Joe bellowed from the doorway as he tapped his boots on the door jam. “I reckon the wind’s got it feeling like it’s in the negative twenties out there.” He stomped his boots once more and stepped inside, slamming the door behind him with all his might. His body shuddered for a moment and he let out a sigh, “The animals are good though. The chickens look good, the pigs are okay, and a barn owl has made its home in the rafters above Maisy’s foaling stall.” he paused for a moment, “You know, that new space heater is doing them quite good it seems.”
By Cheyenne M5 years ago in Petlife
To Save an Owl
Flurries of snow falling from the frozen, dead tree branches barely shock the pure white barn owl that simply shook off the the snow before flying off of the rock it had perched on with a rather large rat trapped in it's talons, long since dead from the attack the owl made. Sounds of hungry and cold chirping come from inside of the roof of a barnhouse as the bird lands in front of the nest. One by one mushed up rat meat is given to the young birds while their mother nudges more twigs and hay into the nest, attempting to warm it during the cold weather, before covering the owlets with her feathers.
By Taylor Hemphill5 years ago in Petlife
Harmony
The barnyard was full of many creatures. There were the farm cats, the plow horse, the milk cow, the donkey, the chickens, the dog, and the pigs. And of course, there were many mice. But way up in the hayloft, in a dark and distant corner, there lived a barn owl. The animals only ever saw the owl when they needed to ask him a question, and each question cost a mouse.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden5 years ago in Petlife
