Brody

Chapter three: A day in the life of a pore torchered cat and his evil enemy.

(Sigh) Saturday. Oh Saturday what joys you bring me. Belly rubs ( because my owners don't have work) sun and warmth and many more. At the moment I am laying outside in the sun and warmth ( one if the many great things about Saturday) and I am half asleep and half awake. Beside me is Sarah in her bright blue bathing suit lying on the grass and attempting to make a daisy chain. And a few feet away from me is nick and the little evil midget both in there bathing suits spraying each other with the garden hose. I am just on the verge of falling asleep when something cold and sharp hit my back. I gave a yelp, partly because of surprise and partly because of pain. And while all of this was going on there was only one thought in my head. This is it Brody. This is how you are going to die. And with that I lay down on the grass sure as sure that this was the end of Brody the cat. But as the minutes went by I realized that not only was the pain in my back cold but it was also wet. I slowly sat up from my death bead and opened my eyes. There I saw that little evil Rebecca with a smile on her face looking quit pleased with herself. And in her hands sat the long green garden hose. Well played evil one. You win this time. But next time oh boy you better look out. Because your in for it.