Lionel woke up and stretched. For a little kitten that was
only 6 weeks old, sleeping was boring. He wanted to play! He wanted to run and
jump and catch butterflies and stalk ants and—
Oof. He ran into his mum and plunked down, looking up at her
with wide eyes, knowing what comes next. She started licking him.
“Honestly, Lionel! You can’t go out with your fur looking
like that!”
“Aw, Mum! No, ouch, gerroff!”
Finally she was done. Lionel shook himself while his mum
surveyed his fur.
“Hmm… Well, it’s not perfect but it’ll do. Go ahead and
play.”
“Yes! Love you, Mum!” Lionel shouted as he raced out of the
barn and into the green grass. Oh, smell the beautiful summer air! A light
breeze ruffled his fur and he flipped over onto his back, rolling in a fresh
patch of dirt outside the barn door.
Standing up again on his soft little paws, Lionel spotted an
ant and crouched. The ant scurried here and there, carrying a big piece of leaf
back to the anthill.
“Meow!” Lionel said as he pounced (unsuccessfully) on the
unsuspecting ant. He rolled in the long grass and batted playfully at some
butterflies. He spotted a pair of the farmer’s shoes and snuck inside one, peeping
out at the beautiful rolling hills of England . He breathed in and out,
happy to be such a little kitten in such a beautiful land.
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