This morning, as CatMom weaved her way around cats through the hall to the kitchen, she had to be careful. That's because Martius was skittering. When Martius skitters, he's a happy cat. He runs, seemingly motivated in where he is going, at near full speed from one end of the house to the other. Back and forth he goes.
CatMom who did not yet have coffee is counting on making it to the kitchen to get that coffee CatDad is making her. She can smell the beans. CatMom stayed up just a little too late last night writing. She became enthused. Time passed. She could not believe the time when she saw it. When she got up, she realized this morning might be a little rough, and that coffee would come in really handy.
CatMom, who was groggy, watched her cat's energy as he ran, diverting around her, and carrying on at some kilometre setting the cat police would monitor. "Slow down to a safe speed," they would say. However, CatMom's cat is made with certain speed efficiencies. His little body works like a roadster, tight to the ground, making fine turns with finesse.
CatMom makes it to the table. After 5-6 runs, who would have guessed, Martius, the roadster, came and laid down right beside her elbow, so she could trace his finely coutured markings with the tip of her finger. All the running made her cat thirsty, so Martius was going to drink CatDad's water. CatDad saw the need, and he began drawing a new glass of water for Martius, so he would feel adequately satisfied from his drink. He had worked up a great thirst.
After Martius finished the drink, he did indeed lay down. CatMom drank her coffee, and played with his tail, gently of course. She did not want to send her coffee company away. He stayed with his petparents right through breakfast. CatMom forgot to eat. She loves her coffee. CatDad made her two. With the coffee right now just lingering in her mouth, she has fond memories of moments just a few minutes ago. Timelines are like that. Breakfast moments and coffee moments are the best.
CatDad knew this about CatMom before they even had their first date. CatDad knew CatMom really appreciated coffee. Since they were married, he has never let her down. He is always willing to make her coffee. CatMom is so lucky. So are her kittens.
Composed Word "Skitters" - This is my word creation. The word indicates the sound of claws scraping on tile surfaces as Martius moves, weaves, and dodges about the floor in his cat swerving to evade human legs in the hall. There's nothing worse than running into a CatMom leg or a CatDad leg. That's like hitting a tree skiing. Cats must be aggressive at evading people legs in the hall. There is a tone of excitement to this movement, for skittering entails a few more sounds to it than the normal hall trot.
CatMom who did not yet have coffee is counting on making it to the kitchen to get that coffee CatDad is making her. She can smell the beans. CatMom stayed up just a little too late last night writing. She became enthused. Time passed. She could not believe the time when she saw it. When she got up, she realized this morning might be a little rough, and that coffee would come in really handy.
CatMom, who was groggy, watched her cat's energy as he ran, diverting around her, and carrying on at some kilometre setting the cat police would monitor. "Slow down to a safe speed," they would say. However, CatMom's cat is made with certain speed efficiencies. His little body works like a roadster, tight to the ground, making fine turns with finesse.
CatMom makes it to the table. After 5-6 runs, who would have guessed, Martius, the roadster, came and laid down right beside her elbow, so she could trace his finely coutured markings with the tip of her finger. All the running made her cat thirsty, so Martius was going to drink CatDad's water. CatDad saw the need, and he began drawing a new glass of water for Martius, so he would feel adequately satisfied from his drink. He had worked up a great thirst.
After Martius finished the drink, he did indeed lay down. CatMom drank her coffee, and played with his tail, gently of course. She did not want to send her coffee company away. He stayed with his petparents right through breakfast. CatMom forgot to eat. She loves her coffee. CatDad made her two. With the coffee right now just lingering in her mouth, she has fond memories of moments just a few minutes ago. Timelines are like that. Breakfast moments and coffee moments are the best.
CatDad knew this about CatMom before they even had their first date. CatDad knew CatMom really appreciated coffee. Since they were married, he has never let her down. He is always willing to make her coffee. CatMom is so lucky. So are her kittens.
Composed Word "Skitters" - This is my word creation. The word indicates the sound of claws scraping on tile surfaces as Martius moves, weaves, and dodges about the floor in his cat swerving to evade human legs in the hall. There's nothing worse than running into a CatMom leg or a CatDad leg. That's like hitting a tree skiing. Cats must be aggressive at evading people legs in the hall. There is a tone of excitement to this movement, for skittering entails a few more sounds to it than the normal hall trot.
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