Post by .÷.Moon.÷. on Nov 4, 2008 15:48:08 GMT -5
"It means you'll be going to begin your own single monarchy, ruling a different household entirely."
What confusing words. Oh. . . dinner![/blockquote]
Meggie woke slowly that morning, like any other morning. Her eyes blinked open droopily a few times and she smacked her lips together. Mmm. . . breakfast. She got up rather lazily and padded with half-asleep steps over to her food dish in the kitchen. The pellets tasted good today, her twoleg must have just served them.
The calico colored tabby sat back and began to groom her self, paw-over-ear, paw-over-ear, again and again until something outside caught her eye. A big fat fly was buzzing outside, wacking itself against the window repeatedly. "Oh, fun!" Meggie giggled, prancing over to the window.
She sat and batted at the glass until her twoleg got the message and scooped her up in it's hairless arms, opening the door and dropping her on the porch. It was so annoying how people did that. Sure, cats land on their feet, so it can't hurt can it? Not really, but it got annoying and sometimes her stomach would flip.
Being outside, the young she-cat pranced down the steps from the porch and started to rub herself against a fence post. Aah. . . that felt nice. The tabby lay down in the fresh clipped grass and rolled on her back a few times, deciding to be cute so if a twoleg saw her she'd get attention.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul]
