“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.
“Silly goose” said Mary.
“I’m not a goose! I’m a cat.” said Madame Sophelia
“Cats can’t talk?”
“Well, obviously I can.”
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!