Chased by the Cat
by Denise Landry
(montreal, canada)
I love being a ball of wool here at Mrs Woolworth's house. She sits by warm fire and takes out her silver crochet needles. She turns my soft, pink thread into baby toys, slippers and blankets. The only thing I hate around here, is coming near me now, "Go away, Misty!"
"Play time!" the grey kitten says, grabbing me from Mrs Woolworth's hand, carrying me in her tiny jaws.
"Put me down!" I demand, and she does; just to bat me around with her paws, bounce on me, unraveling me down stairs and knotting me around a lamp. "Will this hell ever end!?"
"Bad Misty," I hear Mrs Woolworth. She picks me up, unknots me and rewinds my beautiful ball.
We sit down and I happily wrap around Mrs Woolworth's crochet needles again. I think she is making a blanket. Now she is putting white wool with me crocheting letters: M-I-S-T-Y. "She can"t be serious!"
She is. I am now a pretty, pink cat blanket, lying on the floor. I bet Misty chews me up. Here she comes. Instead of going wild as usual, Misty looks and smells me. Then the little kitten rubs herself on me. "'Soft. I love you, Blanky. My friend."
That warms my heart, being Misty's new friend. I guess being chased by the cat isn't bad after all.
Comment from Kate
Fantastic Story, I love it. Thank you so much
