Post by Holly on Sept 17, 2007 15:52:41 GMT -6
Missy strayed out of her house and looked up at the sky. There were soft white puff balls drifting in the sky. "Hi Missy! What're you doing?" Tommy asked as he approached.
"Oh, I was just looking at those puff balls up in the sky!" Missy replied.
"Ya know, those aren't called puff balls. They're called clouds."
Missy blinked in embaressment. "Oh."
"Do you want to take a walk around the park?" Tommy asked, changing the subject.
Missy took one last look at the clouds and then mewed,"Okay, sure." She followed Tommy for a few pawsteps and then ran up to his side.
They walked and walked. Tommy looked at the Vet's house. It was a scarry place, but the vet, who always had cold hands, always made him better. Tommy stopped at the Road and looked both ways, unlike some idiotic cats.
Missy also looked both ways and trotted quickly over to the other side, which was the park. Birds flew out of the tree nearby. "I feel like...." Missy began.
"Yes?" Tommy asked.
"I feel like... Hunting," Missy meowed unexpectedly. "Have you ever hunted before?"
"Yes, yes I have," Tommy replied. "When I was younger, I loved to chase the birds and mice, and once and a while I'd actually catch something."
Missy trotted over to the trees, not wanting to admit that she had never hunted or caught anything, even though she always liked to visit the park. A butterfly floated past, but she was not interested in that. Missy was looking for bigger prey. She had never tasted a bird or a mouse before. The mini forest was full of life. There was a rustle in the bushes, and without even thinking, Missy dropped down into a crouch.
Tommy padded more slowly after Missy. The day was so beautiful, and he couldn't help thinking that fall was on the way. Summer was almost over, and the leaves would start turning colors and falling off the trees.
Missy crept forward, having no idea of what to do to catch whatever it was. Missy froze as a tiny mouse scuddled out of a bush. How can I kill a baby mouse? Missy thought. Missy hissed and the mouse stopped, sniffed, and headed back into the undergrowth. Missy sighed. The next mouse I see I will catch, Missy vowed.
Tommy reached the trees, hesitated, but then padded into them. He looked around, trying to catch every scent.
Missy prowled through the undergrowth. Then a scent was carried to her: mouse. Missy froze as a big, fat mouse nosed its way through some fallen leaves only a tail length away. Missy bunched her legs together, and sprung. She landed on the mouse and killed it. Missy gasped as she felt its small neck crack and it fell limp. "I killed it," Missy whispered.
Tommy saw a glimpse of Missy's fur and called out,"There you are!"
Missy looked around to see Tommy bounding towards her. The mouse was in her mouth.
"Nice catch!" Tommy complimented.
Missy dropped the mouse and mewed,"But I can't believe I actually killed it."
"That's fine. There are plenty more in these woods." Tommy paused, noticing the sadness in Missy's eyes. "Come on; lets go over to the water fountian. And bring your mouse. We could share it."
Missy picked up her catch once more and padded after Tommy.
Tommy reached the end of the trees and the sunlight hit his face. He trotted over to the fountian.
Missy padded more slowly after Tommy, looking down at the ground with the mouse in her jaws.
"Oh, I was just looking at those puff balls up in the sky!" Missy replied.
"Ya know, those aren't called puff balls. They're called clouds."
Missy blinked in embaressment. "Oh."
"Do you want to take a walk around the park?" Tommy asked, changing the subject.
Missy took one last look at the clouds and then mewed,"Okay, sure." She followed Tommy for a few pawsteps and then ran up to his side.
They walked and walked. Tommy looked at the Vet's house. It was a scarry place, but the vet, who always had cold hands, always made him better. Tommy stopped at the Road and looked both ways, unlike some idiotic cats.
Missy also looked both ways and trotted quickly over to the other side, which was the park. Birds flew out of the tree nearby. "I feel like...." Missy began.
"Yes?" Tommy asked.
"I feel like... Hunting," Missy meowed unexpectedly. "Have you ever hunted before?"
"Yes, yes I have," Tommy replied. "When I was younger, I loved to chase the birds and mice, and once and a while I'd actually catch something."
Missy trotted over to the trees, not wanting to admit that she had never hunted or caught anything, even though she always liked to visit the park. A butterfly floated past, but she was not interested in that. Missy was looking for bigger prey. She had never tasted a bird or a mouse before. The mini forest was full of life. There was a rustle in the bushes, and without even thinking, Missy dropped down into a crouch.
Tommy padded more slowly after Missy. The day was so beautiful, and he couldn't help thinking that fall was on the way. Summer was almost over, and the leaves would start turning colors and falling off the trees.
Missy crept forward, having no idea of what to do to catch whatever it was. Missy froze as a tiny mouse scuddled out of a bush. How can I kill a baby mouse? Missy thought. Missy hissed and the mouse stopped, sniffed, and headed back into the undergrowth. Missy sighed. The next mouse I see I will catch, Missy vowed.
Tommy reached the trees, hesitated, but then padded into them. He looked around, trying to catch every scent.
Missy prowled through the undergrowth. Then a scent was carried to her: mouse. Missy froze as a big, fat mouse nosed its way through some fallen leaves only a tail length away. Missy bunched her legs together, and sprung. She landed on the mouse and killed it. Missy gasped as she felt its small neck crack and it fell limp. "I killed it," Missy whispered.
Tommy saw a glimpse of Missy's fur and called out,"There you are!"
Missy looked around to see Tommy bounding towards her. The mouse was in her mouth.
"Nice catch!" Tommy complimented.
Missy dropped the mouse and mewed,"But I can't believe I actually killed it."
"That's fine. There are plenty more in these woods." Tommy paused, noticing the sadness in Missy's eyes. "Come on; lets go over to the water fountian. And bring your mouse. We could share it."
Missy picked up her catch once more and padded after Tommy.
Tommy reached the end of the trees and the sunlight hit his face. He trotted over to the fountian.
Missy padded more slowly after Tommy, looking down at the ground with the mouse in her jaws.
