Sophelia was bored again. What was she supposed to do? She had been at Mary’s house for nearly 10 months. She had accumulated quite a few toys. She was trying to find a squeaky one to play with. She was minding her on buisness when suddenly there came a knock on the door. She made her way to the door and made a few meowing noises. With no way to open the door with her paws, she made her way back to the pile of toys. A few minutes later she could hear a crash! Someone had opened the window!
What was she going to do? Mary was no where in sight. She had taken Prince Alexander to the vet. She was going to have to somehow scare the hooded guy away. But how?
She was going to have a conversation with him!
“Hello human. What brings to my house today?”
“Oh my jeans! It is a talking cat! I must be dreaming”
“How rude… my name is Madame Sophelia. What is yours human?”
“Uh… George Washington.”
“No it is not! How dare you lie to me human!”
“It is Henry actually.”
“You had better have tuna for me.”
“Unfortunately no. I do not. I was not expecting a cat. I was expecting a dog!”
“How dare you! I am no dirty dog! Now get out of my my house human henry!”
“Okay okay. I’ll go.”