The neighborhood cats look into the house,
I know they are planning, planning to get me.
They want my place, where it is warm and soft.
I thank the humans every day, cause you know, that one commercial, yes cats with thumbs, if they had those, they would surely over throw me.
Thank the humans it's science fiction.
Or is it?
*Menacing cat growls from outside*
*One puts its paw against the glass, and purposely streched out one of its fingers*
A growl escapes my throat, and I run towards the window.
I hit the glass.
Mocking meow murmurs from outside the glass.
