The blade of the sword swayed from left to right deftly in my hand. The beast moved closer to me from the end of the great room appearing as though it was about to attack at any moment. As the feline pounced, I fell to the ground elevating the blade in an attempt to wound my adversary and avoid being caught by claws of the creature, but alas it was all for naught. Having greatly misjudged the flight of the beast, my blade met nothing but the blood of air, leaving the animal with the upper hand or in this case the upper paw. I lay in defeat as the animal put its paw on my chest; I prepared for the final blow-
Mom’s voice rang out across the room, “How many times have I told you not to rile up that cat, Alexandra?” she scolded.
“Mom, come on Tig won.” I said turning my head to look at her at the kitchen door from my spot next to the sofa. Mr. Tigger meowed his apparent agreement from his victorious spot on top of me, “This time.” I add glaring back up at the cat warning him of what was to come.
“Well if you are done wrestling the lion can you come set the table for dinner?” mom said starting to turn away with a smile playing on the corner of her lips.
As I went to rise I realized that Tig still sat victoriously on my chest apparently unperturbed by my attempts to stand up. “Hey mom, it’s gonna’ be a minute!”