Saturday, 27 June 2009

Mr. Cat strikes again...

He crouches, his eyes harpooned to his target.

“A formidable prey.” He growls. His tail curves into a smile. 

The prey is motionless. He goes in for the kill.




Mr. cat is chewing my mosquito net. While I applaud his imagination, I am not entirely pleased with the holes.

“Bad Cat!” I hiss.

He jumps away, looking quite pleased. His body swaggers.

“BAD CAT!” I repeat, this time a bit angrier. My words echo against the ceiling fan and shoot off into Khartoum.

“What can I do?” I growl. His tail curves into a smile. 

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