“It’s time for tea Sophie!” said Mary.
“Already?” replied Sophie.
“Of course. It’s always tea time.” Mary responded.
“Well I’m sick of tea. I’m a cat. Cat’s don’t like tea.”
“Who’s to say cats don’t like tea?” Mary asked, somewhat confused.
“Cats have refined taste if I do say so.”
“Well I guess you have an opinion.”
“I do” Sophie replied with confidence.
It was mysterious smell that provoked the senses. It was difficult to tell where it had originated. Nothing could make sense, nothing smelled so bad as this one smell. A putrid smell. Where was it coming from, why could it not go away?
I now knew where it was it was coming from. The cat, no wait, my mother. Which one would be worse?
Calling all cats to attend a meeting! It’s time to see which cat can be the star of a children’s book. Too many to choose! Calling cats to be cute too. Of course Sophie wins. She’s my cat, and a cute one as well. Great that I did not have to look too far. Sophie will be the focus for a children’s book and she won’t even have to act like a cat… because she already is one! Brilliant I say, good show!