"Meow!" Cats Speak Out #3

Feather stood beside the window, listening to the rain drumming on the glass. Feather would bat at the droplets if they happened to dribble down the screen. Her ears twitched at the sound of a door opening. She ran down the stairs and raced through the small crack in the half-opened door.

Excitement flared through her as the the wet grass brushed against her long gray fur. Her ears flattened as she streaked past a fence. Slowing, she noticed her owner was almost upon her. Feather stopped; giving in, letting her owner bring her back to the warmth of her home.


Rain split her fur, and stray droplets sat on her whiskers. Shivering, she shook the drops off; much to the displeasure of her now-yowling owner.

Once home, her owner placed her on the floor and scolded her. Taking no notice, Feather walked away, tired after her mini adventure.

Before she slept, she looked out the window. She shivered, remembering the cold wind that had pulled at her fur and had bit at her nose and ears. Not looking back, Feather curled up on the bed. And, glad to be home, she slept.

-KittyLover8

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