Wednesday, June 1, 2016

100 Words a Day 860

The cat rolled over, exposing its belly to the yellow sunshine. It closed its eyes against the bright beams, releasing a disgruntled groan, as though the sun had done it on purpose. It was still until the breeze tickled its whiskers. Shifting again, it stretched its legs and expanded its claws, allowing the wind to wander between its toes. A butterfly fluttered by and the cat swiped at it, rolling off the warm stone in the process. It landed on all fours and bounded off through foliage, meowing indignantly. Its embarrassed rush scattered a flight of birds into the air.

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