My cat talks, he tells me that my husband misses me. The only problem is I never have been married.
Drinking my morning coffee, I see my cat climbing a tree outside.
As I look away, it rubs against my legs under the table again.
Many miles away from home, she bent over to pet a scruffy cat with a needful meow. But her comfort-giving backfired when the cat followed several feet behind her more than twenty blocks through the rain before finally giving up on a new friendship.
Here pussy puss puss.
Calling out at the nightclub.
This is my cat-powered car.
It goes really fast when they see the mouse-powered cars.
Did the cat know it would die that day it slipped over the neighbour’s fence?
Did it commit suicide because it couldn’t stand living with us anymore?
So apparently a butterfly flapping wings can cause a hurricane.
Can you imagine what a cat sneezing must do?
The big orange cat tiptoed along the top rail of the fence, all the while watching the yapping Chihuahua on the ground below and anticipating reaching the next yard, where the elderly woman waited with a tasty morsel she had saved just for him, after which he continued his outing to the field where he watched robins pulling fat worms from the damp ground and dreamed of robin for supper, then completed his journey back home to his favorite nap spot.
“Tom, you lazy cat,” she said as she arrived home from work, “I’ll bet you have been sleeping there in the sun all day, haven’t you?”