The Cat



I am the cat.

Hunter.

Stalker.

Fierce and silent.

I wait for my prey.

I am dark as shadow.

No one sees me hiding, lurking, waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting for the moment...

the moment when I pounce.

I come from no where, unexpected, as if appearing from nothing.

I attack.

My fierce jaws grabbing and clutching at the unsuspecting matter of my desire.

I run, taking my plunder with me.

Behind me all is noise, chasing, shouting.

They did not suspect.

They never suspect.

They do not notice the sly, slinky shadow.

The proud and stealthy hunter of...

butter.

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