The cat and the crow

I came across a Visual Dare over at Angela Goff's website Anonymous Legacy. I have no idea if there are hard and fast rules or not, but since there's no judging, I'm going to ignore the 100 word suggestion and post my 229 word story. I tried to keep it short, but I'm not really worried about the length. It was fun. Here's the pretty picture (ahem, I mean Visual Dare):

“You mean to tell me you can’t fly?!?!” I was incredulous.

“I didn’t know it wouldn’t come naturally once I changed form!” Marietta exclaimed. “Just let me ride on you.”

“No way! Here.” I took a swipe at her hoping to scare the instinct into her, but my claws caught on the wall behind her and she gave an indignant caw and did some sort of ungainly flapping hop away from me. No flying. Bummer.

“Are you quite finished trying to kill me?” She waddled back.

“Why don’t you just pick a different animal?”

“I can’t change now. I have to wait for this one to wear off first. Just crouch and I’ll hop on.”

That was easier said than done, “This is not going to be as fun as you promised!”

After much buffeting, she declared, “Your spine is much too skinny, lower your head for me.”

“You have got to be kidding me!”

“Just do it!”

I growled in response, which was actually a pretty awesome feeling as a cat. That vibration just echoes through your whole body. Very satisfying.

I sat up, trying to balance the absurdly heavy dead weight on top of my head. “This is not going to work. I can barely hold you up!”

“Oh stop complaining! Let’s go! To your right.”

I sighed. This was going to be a long 24 hours.