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MidReal Story
create a story about my cat
Anonymous
Apr 25
Scenario:create a story about my cat
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It was a long time ago when I first arrived to live with the Thompson family.
They were so excited to see me that they couldn’t wait to get me home, and they brought me in a big cardboard box.
I remember that it was a very hot day and the box was heavy, but I didn’t mind.
I was so happy to be leaving that gloomy shelter behind.
From the moment I got to my new home, I was having the time of my life.
After being in the box for so long, I wanted to stretch my legs—and my claws!
I ran up and down the stairs, around corners, and under furniture.
I played with everything I could get my paws on: shoes, toys, and even their clothes!
If I was going to be a part of this family, I wanted to make sure they knew who I was.
I left a trail of chaos in my wake, knocking over anything that wasn’t nailed down and tossing things around just for fun.
It wasn’t long before they realized that Whiskers McFluffy was going to be a handful!
But it was all in good fun.
By the end of the day, Jim, Lisa, and Sarah were all sitting at the kitchen table enjoying dinner together.
Jim had started to tell Sarah about the time he went to the shelter to get me.
I was sitting at his feet, looking up at him with my big blue eyes.
“I walked around the cat area for almost an hour before I saw her,” he said.
“Then she just sat there looking up at me like this.”
He looked down at me and made his eyes wide and round—I guess because I have big eyes?
And then she jumped up and started playing with something on the floor.
Sarah was trying not to laugh, but she couldn’t help it.
She knew that I was about to make her dad look silly—because I was about to do something amazing!
I looked around the room for something to play with.
There was a lamp on the sideboard behind them and I knew it would be perfect!
While Jim was in mid-sentence telling this story about how cute I was, I jumped onto the sideboard and swatted at the lamp with one paw!
The lamp wobbled from side to side before I finally got it spinning around in a crazy circle!
Jim was so surprised that he stopped talking.
The lamp was making a lot of noise, so Lisa turned around and saw what I was doing—and then she started laughing too!
Sarah turned around, looking for me, and started laughing even harder when she saw what I was up to.
I don’t know if anyone’s told you this before, but cats are really good at making people laugh—sometimes on purpose!
When Sarah saw that I was playing with the lamp, she jumped up from her chair and came over to save it from falling over.
“Whiskers, no!”
She scolded me, but I could tell that she was laughing on the inside.
I had made such a mess since I got here that there was no way they would ever get rid of me now!
