Saturday's Storyteller: "When the cat spoke, it became obvious who was smoking my cigarettes."

by Belinda Roddie

When the cat spoke, it became obvious who was smoking my cigarettes.

"You owe me seventy-five bucks, you little runt!" I snarled.

"Tough, snookums," the cat replied, reclining in its chair with its Hugh Hefner robe draped over its paws.

This week's prompt was provided by Daniel Bulone.