The Feline

December 22, 2011
She sits there regally, thinking herself a queen, as thought the world revolves around her. She looks less like a queen and more like a fluffy bunny, but she could fool you with her balled-up energy that she releases only briefly to chase the occasional lizard, her cute, fluffy paws almost always missing.

Like a ninja at night, she jumps out at me. With untrimmed claws, her energy explodes out at me and the plastic lizard in my hand. I scream and run inside, and when I peep out the window, she nonchalantly taking a drink, as thought nothing of importance had just occurred.

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