Suppertime

“Now don’t go thinking I just put this on, willy-nilly,” she said, smoothing out the corner of the tablecloth firmly, as if in doing so she could erase any potential misconception anyone might have about the current state of her dining room table. Mr. Johnson, her 8 pound Siamese, blinked as if to say he was under no such delusions. She gave him a look he knew too well. It was the look that made it clear that he was not welcome at the moment, especially nowhere near the table. He blinked again, this time much more slowly, turned around, and with a flip of the end of his tail, left the room for more serene climes.

Inspired by the Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: willy-nilly and The Five Sentence Story

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