Tuesday, December 8, 2015

100 Words a Day 743


The orange cat clambered up the narrow tree and jumped from a branch onto the brick wall. Its furry feet made no sound, scampering along the smooth, cement top. It was warm from the summer sun. The cat froze when it heard a bird chirp in a nearby tree. It scanned the dark green leaves, seeing the bird deep within the foliage, near the trunk. After brief consideration, the cat continued on its way. The brick wall ended at a sloped roof of black shingles. The cat leapt lightly and landed on the roof, but slid on a loose shingle.

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