Why not? A short story about a cat.
PostPosted: Sat Jul 10, 2004 4:35 pm
It's about a cat, Smokey. He always wants to eat. ANYBODY who has cats can relate to this! 
Smokey walked briskly across the room and jumped onto the bed with a loud purr. Stumbling over the blankets, the furry gray cat sat down next to Michelle’s head and stared at her with his sparkling green eyes. Reaching out with his paw, he extended his sharp claws and poked at Michelle’s face, purring.
From behind him, a fawn-colored Boxer twitched and opened her brown eyes, which were red in the corners from her sleepiness. Smokey spun around, hissed, and popped Sierra in the nose with his paw. Sierra yelped and leapt halfway across the bed, landing on Scott, who groaned and rolled over.
Smokey meowed.
Loping across the bed, he attacked Scott’s feet, unprotected by blankets, and sunk his claws into Scott’s toes. Scott drew his scratched foot back and lashed out with the other. The foot collided with Smokey’s body, propelling him off the bed.
But a hungry Smokey is an intent Smokey.
The cat snuck around to Scott’s side and leapt up onto the pillows. Smokey breathed in Scott’s face, then licked his mouth, sat down, and meowed. Scott reached out and shoved the cat off the bed. Unhappy, Smokey hopped back on the bed and slapped Sierra’s ears. The dog squealed and scrambled away from Smokey, stepping on Scott’s head and arms.
Smokey approached the upset Scott and breathed in his face again.
“Go away, Fatso!â€
Smokey walked briskly across the room and jumped onto the bed with a loud purr. Stumbling over the blankets, the furry gray cat sat down next to Michelle’s head and stared at her with his sparkling green eyes. Reaching out with his paw, he extended his sharp claws and poked at Michelle’s face, purring.
From behind him, a fawn-colored Boxer twitched and opened her brown eyes, which were red in the corners from her sleepiness. Smokey spun around, hissed, and popped Sierra in the nose with his paw. Sierra yelped and leapt halfway across the bed, landing on Scott, who groaned and rolled over.
Smokey meowed.
Loping across the bed, he attacked Scott’s feet, unprotected by blankets, and sunk his claws into Scott’s toes. Scott drew his scratched foot back and lashed out with the other. The foot collided with Smokey’s body, propelling him off the bed.
But a hungry Smokey is an intent Smokey.
The cat snuck around to Scott’s side and leapt up onto the pillows. Smokey breathed in Scott’s face, then licked his mouth, sat down, and meowed. Scott reached out and shoved the cat off the bed. Unhappy, Smokey hopped back on the bed and slapped Sierra’s ears. The dog squealed and scrambled away from Smokey, stepping on Scott’s head and arms.
Smokey approached the upset Scott and breathed in his face again.
“Go away, Fatso!â€
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