The
Little Kitty
Written by: Erin M. Blair
(I dedicate this story to my cat,
Mischief.)
The Little Kitty likes to stretch out, being lazy as
always. One day, the cat decides that she wants her chair! She decides to get
her chair from me. Does The Little
Kitty know that I’m trying to type this story?
I guess not.
The Little Kitty stares and stares, turns on her back,
and tries to be innocent. “Meow! Meow! Meow!” the cat cries for the chair; she
wants to sleep on the chair. That
is all she wants.
But she doesn’t get the chair.
She decides to try the cute approach; she licks my
hand.
No chair.
Now, she tries to be playful by biting
me!
Definitely no chair!
Ah, well! The Little Kitty tries to make the best of it
by stretching on the hard, wooden table by the chair. She knows there will be a
time when I will get up from the chair.
Then, she will rest comfortably.