LJ Idol-Week 16
Open Topic...In honor of Yum Yum, my loving friend,may he rest in peace.
I sneak a peek around the corner. I see her tail flinch just a tad. She thinks I don't know that she saw me, but I see her eyes drift slyly to my direction then back again. Ooooh, so quick she is! I barely saw it. But I know her ways. I have been studying her since the day I was brought here. I crouch low and get my tail in the air.
Ooop! Too high. The reflection of my twisty tipped tail is bouncing in her yellow pinpoint eyes. She smirks at me and dips her head to daintily sip water. I have to start all over again. The illusion is completely broken -- or is it? I take the chance as riplets of water wet her whiskers. I pounce upon her and she is beneath me. She wails her big cat wail and I grace her with my kitten purr. I nip her ear and she twists. For a moment, I am flattened against the floor with a black and white paw against my chest. Not for long, for I am a lion and she nothing but a lioness. I turn about and am on all fours again. She crouches at me and her shriek meow is nothing but a whinny to me.
I will not be daunted by mere sound. I jump at her again and she catches me mid-air. My pastel orange stripes are all that I see. She thinks she has me pinned. Her yellow dot eyes are looking into mine. She shows me teeth and I show her claw. She places her weight on me. She has sunk to low tactics, but I am quick and squiggle my way out. I run to my corner and take a moment to calculate. She sits arrogant, cleaning her paw. She has not won. This is merely an interlude. The day is drifting slowly and night has yet begun. I have hours to conquer.
She watches me as she prances past me and hops into a ray of sun. She stretches out on the bookcase and cuddles between Shakespeare and King. She will know misery soon enough. Right now I see her point, there is much ado about nothing. I take her cue. and curl up next to her. She left me just a pinch of ray. I yawn big and settle next to her. She scoots slightly and the sun touches my whiskers. I am home here cuddled in books, sun and fur. I look at my bowl, but I can't help but yawn again as I purr into my afternoon. She thinks I have drifted off to sleep, but I am plotting. I think perhaps after I have dined, had my chin rasklies and chased a ratatat, I will commence with my plans.
I sneak a peek around the corner. I see her tail flinch just a tad. She thinks I don't know that she saw me, but I see her eyes drift slyly to my direction then back again. Ooooh, so quick she is! I barely saw it. But I know her ways. I have been studying her since the day I was brought here. I crouch low and get my tail in the air.
Ooop! Too high. The reflection of my twisty tipped tail is bouncing in her yellow pinpoint eyes. She smirks at me and dips her head to daintily sip water. I have to start all over again. The illusion is completely broken -- or is it? I take the chance as riplets of water wet her whiskers. I pounce upon her and she is beneath me. She wails her big cat wail and I grace her with my kitten purr. I nip her ear and she twists. For a moment, I am flattened against the floor with a black and white paw against my chest. Not for long, for I am a lion and she nothing but a lioness. I turn about and am on all fours again. She crouches at me and her shriek meow is nothing but a whinny to me.
I will not be daunted by mere sound. I jump at her again and she catches me mid-air. My pastel orange stripes are all that I see. She thinks she has me pinned. Her yellow dot eyes are looking into mine. She shows me teeth and I show her claw. She places her weight on me. She has sunk to low tactics, but I am quick and squiggle my way out. I run to my corner and take a moment to calculate. She sits arrogant, cleaning her paw. She has not won. This is merely an interlude. The day is drifting slowly and night has yet begun. I have hours to conquer.
She watches me as she prances past me and hops into a ray of sun. She stretches out on the bookcase and cuddles between Shakespeare and King. She will know misery soon enough. Right now I see her point, there is much ado about nothing. I take her cue. and curl up next to her. She left me just a pinch of ray. I yawn big and settle next to her. She scoots slightly and the sun touches my whiskers. I am home here cuddled in books, sun and fur. I look at my bowl, but I can't help but yawn again as I purr into my afternoon. She thinks I have drifted off to sleep, but I am plotting. I think perhaps after I have dined, had my chin rasklies and chased a ratatat, I will commence with my plans.