The thin cat crossed his paws and looked through the glass at the finch circus.
Nothing new here.
Behind him, that Fat Vixen, that Tragedy, lounged in a sunlight puddle. She purred; it pissed him off.
His stomach gurgled and he remembered food; he had missed breakfast. Where was his favorite Big One?
Hey you! Yes, I’m talking to you!
[blink, blink, blink]
One quick leap from the ledge and then, tail like a flagpole, he stalked toward the kitchen. Success! The Big One followed. The Fat Vixen watched with wide, glorious eyes, green as grass and full of poison.
Ooh, I love the final sentence. I can feel Fat Vixen's vehemence.
ReplyDeleteAnd the use of "grass." Fab!
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