"Cat"
by
Callie

ne day I, Cat, was waking up at my usual time of 7:30 a.m. I got on my bunny slippers and robe and went downstairs to get some breakfast. After that, I got my coffee and went outside to get the paper.

"Aaaaaaauuuggh!", I yelled.

Something hit my coffee and spattered it all over me. That's when I noticed it was the paper that hit me.

"Sorry!", called the paperboy. "Won't happen again!"
"Suuuure it won't", I growled back.

I went inside and washed off the coffee and read the newspaper. It was faily boring with the ads, weather and all that boring stuff. I really can't understand how grown-ups get hooked on this boring thing. Blah, blah, blah. That's all it says. Humph. Booorrring! So I decided I wanted to do something else.

"Let's see. I'll ride bikes! No, too hot."
"Play solitare! No, too boring."
"Wait! I've got it! Take a...a...take a shower!"

So, I took a shower. It felt like it was raining nice, warm, soothing water. With a sponge I kept throwing up in the air, bath bubbles came down from the sponge which made a screen that wound around me so no one would see me naked. Usually cats are naked, though. Well, fur naked.

When I got out I was dripping wet. I dried myself with a towel and went downstairs. I put on the T.V. and installed Poke'mon.

"Ooooohhhhh, Pikachu". I wanted to test Pikachu on "Thunker Shock". So I did.
"Pikachu is pretty good at that", I exclaimed.

But unfortunately I died after that and the gamed ended.

"Man, just getting into it!", I moaned.

I tried Snorelax, but he was no good. Next, I tried Mew. "Wow, he is good! Ooh! Eee! Noooooo!" I actually went off a cliff, so I decided to do something else.

Hmmm. Now this is a toughee. I want to do something active. Well maybe I could play at the obstacle course at the park. No. I...I could...fix the pipe in the basement! Yeah!

So I went downstairs to the basement. CRANK! CREE! CLANK! "Whew, finally done!"
"Now what?", I asked myself. Nothing else to do. Maybe. "I could take a walk! Yup! Uh-huh! Yeah!"

I went outside and crossed the street at the end of my driveway. I walked and walked and walked until I found what I was looking for--a park! I call it "The Cat's Tail Park". (Cat's Tail Lane is the name of my street). I ran over to it and climbed up the ladder to the "Swirly Whirly" slide.

"Wheeeeee!, I screamed. THUMP!! My tush hit the ground when I got to the botttom.
"Now whyd'jya do that?", I hollered. That hurt, ya know!

I went to the pole next. "Aaaahhh!" I slid down, down, down, until I hit the ground...BANG! "Ow! That really hurt!", I yelped. "Pooh to you! Double pooh! Hmmph! Mad at you, I must say!"

Finally, I went to my most favorite place--the swings. I swung as high as I could get. Then I jumped."Geronimooooo"! PLOP!

Now I think I'd better get home.

"My word! It's very dark! Well, I'm gonna get ready for bed". I got into my pajamas. "Aaaahh, Goodnight", I yawned.

 

Well I hope you liked hearing about my day.

The End

Story by: Callie, age 10