Jenny bounced in, smiling. “Daddy! Look! He followed me home. Can we keep him?”
I studied the bedraggled creature behind her. “But it might belong to someone else.”
“No, there’s no collar.”
“I’ve had problems with that kind before.”
“But he’s soooo cute.”
“If I agree, you must feed it. Clean up after it. Take it for walks. Promise?”
“I promise. And guess what? He speaks.” Jenny turned to the stray. “Say something.”
“Ex-ter-min-ate! Ex-ter-min-ate!”
My entry in the 2020 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Domestic/exotic pets
Genre: Science Fiction.
M. Robert Gibson 