Post by T i G E R on Nov 28, 2009 8:27:26 GMT -8
The sun was up, the outdoors warm and bright, and the birds were singing, not that Cat had a chance of catching any of them. He grunted with effort as he jumped onto a wooden bench, deciding not to climb the fence. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.
Cat was no young, fit feline. He was ample and round, with long fur and short legs, and he spent most of his life sleeping beside his food-bowl. Today, though, the beautiful weather had proven too good to resist. He'd often seen the other house-cats prowling around outside, and as he was eating his first meal of the day, he'd thought how wonderful it must feel to be famous among the neighborhood cats; this envy, combined with the weather, was what had made him use the cat-flap for the first time in his life.
He curled his tail around his paws, thinking that if he just sat and looked handsome, some cat was bound to come along soon. Purring contentedly, he basked in the sun's warmth and waited.
Cat was no young, fit feline. He was ample and round, with long fur and short legs, and he spent most of his life sleeping beside his food-bowl. Today, though, the beautiful weather had proven too good to resist. He'd often seen the other house-cats prowling around outside, and as he was eating his first meal of the day, he'd thought how wonderful it must feel to be famous among the neighborhood cats; this envy, combined with the weather, was what had made him use the cat-flap for the first time in his life.
He curled his tail around his paws, thinking that if he just sat and looked handsome, some cat was bound to come along soon. Purring contentedly, he basked in the sun's warmth and waited.
