Fat Cats

Potato

In a little house next to a creek in Virginia there lived a kitten
Potato. Potato was a fluffy, light brown, fat kitten who loved to eat flowers! One day when Potato was wandering around eating flowers he strolled over to the creek, where his owner (Rachel) was fishing, and sat down at the base of the tree. Potato was thinking about how much he likes flowers he likes red ones, blue ones, pink ones, and especially the orange ones. That's when Potato look up and saw the most magnificent flower. It had light purple petals and a dark green stem, Potato wanted it! Little did Potato know that that flower was directly above the creek and there was one thing about Potato...

...He can't get wet. The last time he got wet his owner Rachel had blow dry his hair because it wouldn't dry. If you think you've seen fluffy fur before you'd be amazed by how fluffy a cat's fur can really get. Anyway Potato wanted that flower so bad that his mouth was watering like a waterfall and he was determined to get it. So he dug his claws into the tree and started to climb up. He got about half way there when the bark started to peel and Potato fell down right on his tail. Potato squealed so loud the Rachel stopped fishing to see what happened. Rachel walk over and patted his head and went back to fishing. Potato licked his tail and stood up in front of the tree and look up towards the flower and he stood there for a while just looking at it and wondering if he should try again. He decided to try again so he dug his claws into the bark and started to work his way up. Now to me and you the flower would be right in front of us but Potato is very small, besides his fatness, and can't reach it like us so he has to climb his way up the tree (with out falling again). Potato once again got about half way up and made sure this time to not grab lose bark. It took twice as long but HE DID IT HE GOT TO THE BRANCH!! He sat down on the branch because he was very tired from crawling up the tree, but he started to doze off in the warm breeze and peaceful sounds from the creek, and then all of a sudden he was hanging upside down on the branch by only his back feet and it was right over the creek. Potato was trembling of fear of the memory of the hair dryer, so he meowed as loud as he could but it was to late his claws where slipping, from his little fat belly, and he was falling but luckily Rachel heard his meow and ran over and caught him softly in her hands. Potato was still trembling because he though he fell but he calmed down looked around and realized some how he was put back up in the brach. he started jumping with joy because he thought he could FLY. After he was done jumping and shaking the branch he walked proudly over to the flower and ate it, to his delight it was the best tasting flower he ever had. When he was done eating, (still thinking he could fly) leaped off the branch and you know wear he landed. He landed in the stream soaking wet and stunned from the cool water, and that evening all you could hear from the little house was faint meows of Potato and the hair dryer drying him off after his little adventure to the purple flower.

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