A story about two kittens sitting quietly.
Mountain rock was a little cold. I wanted to nap. I was determined. We had chased a ghost mouse yesterday and I was now exhausted.
We sat quietly in a deserted alley carved in the rock. We lounged undisturbed. Cub lay abandoned. Smaller than me, he kept an eye out, eye open, eye closed.
I was on the edge. Content with my big rock. I was proud of my rock. I had my kingdom laid bare before me. Cub can just follow if he wants. One eye open. One eye closed. The mark of a strong powerful cat.
I was the big cat. Nothing could stop me.
… … … …
Until a screaming little banshee ran through the alley between Cub and me.
Disgruntled I stared at the flash, which had stared back at me for the past few minutes.
“Calme! Calme!” a shout came from behind the flash. The little banshee stared back, grinning, laughing.
I heard the chuckle and arched my shoulders back.
One eye open. One eye closed. This is MY alley. MY kingdom. And MY rock. No, you know what, let’s move. I look around me.
Cub already ran off. Argh why? Yep, I have to move. Good bye rock.
Miaow…..
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