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Originally Posted by FredTheFrog
The lonely street cat was padding around outside the local coffee shop, waiting for somebody to come out with the cookies they sold there. He liked the cookies a lot, and they were seen as an extra special treat. The tom decided to sit down, and groom his tabby and white pelt. Tramp was a wanted cat, as he liked to call himself. By that, he meant that twolegs in a strange uniform would run after him with nets and yowl like crazy. It was fun outsmarting them. Kittypets often called him a 'street-rat.' It was an interesting name to call Tramp, because he was a cat. Not a rat. But they did rhyme... He chuckled to himself as he noticed that. |
Tommy
She made the mistake of falling asleep in the shops window and the old woman who
worked here was deep in the kitchen, wait kitchen? The old gal only did that when a
cat or person was here and when Tommy landed gracefully on the wooden floor there
wasn't a person in site so that meant a cat was here. Tommy walked over to the cat
flap it had been locked. She let out a loud meow to let the old gal know she wanted
out or let her know something with the door.
She heard a shuffled noise outside and her fur perked up "Hello?" she mewed after a
while. who was there or was that Helous the hound dog? Had he wanted revenge from
her destroying his human garden? No, someone else was there or she would have heard
his slobbery mouth outside.